Timothy's POV
The rehearsal dinner is exactly the kind of political circus I expected. Wintermoon Pack's finest filling the private dining room at Frost Haven's most exclusive restaurant. Sophia sits beside me, looking perfect in a designer dress.
"You seem distracted, darling." Her fingers trace patterns on my arm. "Tomorrow's your big game, isn't it?"
"Championship final." I take another sip of whiskey, hoping it will numb the anxiety clawing at my chest. "It should be a good match."
"Against your ex-mate team, or should I say ex stalker team" Sophia's smile doesn't waver, but her nails dig slightly into my skin. "How deliciously dramatic."
Across the table, her oldest brother Drake raises his glass. "To Timothy and Sophia. May their union bring prosperity to both packs."
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