Soren
Hours pass after Celia left and I find myself standing in a banquet hall wearing my nicest suit with a small smile on my face. It’s big enough for people to see that I’m happy to be here, that I’m happy to be getting married to Bianca, my chosen mate.
All of the faces blur together after the first hour. I shake many people’s hands, especially Bianca’s Lycan relatives and noble class, and pretend to act like there isn’t a budding pain in the back of my head beginning to form. I excuse myself and find a small space to seek refuge in, drinking a cool glass of water to combat the heat in the back of my head.
From all around me, heads begin to turn towards the entrance. I raise an eyebrow and turn on my heel, peering over the countless amounts of heads to catch a glimpse of what they a
