CALEB.
“Mum, are we really going to marry Melissa tomorrow?” The words slipped out of me before I could steady the tremor in my voice.
I stood behind my mother, kneading the tight knots in her shoulders, but truthfully, I was doing it less to comfort her and more to stop my hands from shaking.
My brothers sat on either side of her, equally tense, equally miserable.
We had already promised Amelia, sworn to her, that we would fix this. No matter what the tradition demanded, no matter what the Moon Goddess decreed, our hearts belonged to her and her alone.
“Yes, Mum, we don’t love her!” Cypril whined, sounding far younger than an already made Alpha should.
He held one of Mother’s hands gently, filing her nails the way he always did when his nerves got the better of him. But even his usu
