Timothy's POV
The champagne tastes terrible but I force another smile as Uncle Roy claps me on the shoulder. "About time you settled down, boy," he says, his breath reeking of whiskey. "Sophia's is a real catch."
"Thanks," I mutter, taking another gulp of champagne.
Sophia appears at my elbow like she's been summoned. Her hand slides around my arm with practiced ease. "Darling, the photographer wants more shots by the fireplace."
"Of course he does." I let her guide me through the crowd of pack members and allies.
The engagement party fills our main hall to capacity. Everyone who matters in territorial politics showed up to witness the union of two powerful bloodlines. The decorations scream money and status white roses imported from human territories.
My father holds court near the
