Selena’s POV
The wedding reception inside the River Styx castle was incredibly loud.
The hall was filled with bright, flashing lights, heavy drums, and loud, joyful music. Hundreds of werewolves were dancing, laughing, and drinking wine.
It was supposed to be a perfectly happy night.
But I was sitting alone at a small, round table in the corner of the room and I looked down at my hands. I was nervously twisting the fabric of my dress. My heart was tied in a painful knot.
Theo told me he was going to the bar to get us some cold water. That was almost forty-five minutes ago. He completely disappeared into the crowd and when I looked over at the table where Claire had been sitting, her chair was totally empty, too.
The dark seed of doubt that Belle planted in my mind was growing like
