Emily's POV
I was supposed to be getting married today.
After weeks of agonizing over flowers, seating arrangements, and color schemes, of enduring Martha's fussing and Tessa's endless pep talks, today should have been the day I finally walked down the aisle. My mates—Caleb, Joey, and Julian—must be pacing, probably furious, confused. Or worse, thinking I had cold feet.
The shame of it all made my stomach churn. What must the pack be saying? That I had chickened out and left my Mates at the Alter? That I had done what everyone expected—run away from the life I was never meant to have? Even Mary, for all her hard work and skeptical glances, would be losing her mind over the spectacle my absence had created.
Gina and Lucas, though. They must be thrilled.
The thought barely had time to s
