CYPRUS' POV:
Tonight was meant to be perfect. This was the moment Cassandra and I will become one. The moment our vows would bind us forever.
But I didn’t expect that something like this would happen.
“No!” I roared, my body moving on instinct.
I grabbed the nearest wolf, my hands sinking into its thick fur as I drove my fist into its ribs. The beast yelped, staggering back, but it wasn’t enough. Another slammed into my side, knocking the air from my lungs.
However, it appears that it was a distraction. A calculated delay.
By the time I turned—heart hammering, breath ragged—I saw one of them. The wolf had her, Cassandra. My bride.
Her crimson gown billowed like spilled blood as they dragged her toward the cathedral’s towering doorway. No! This can’t be happening!
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