Unable to bear their pitying looks any longer, I stepped down from the stage. Hurling the traditional Stormhowl wedding dress in both hands and began to march towards the pack house. I needed answers and I knew just who to ask.
Kane, Cyrus’s head warrior and closest confidant, stood near the entrance of the pack house. His usually hardened expression faltered as he saw me approach. I couldn’t blame him, my eyes were blazing with a mixture of hurt and fury.
“Kane,” I started, my voice low and dangerous. “Tell me why I am dressed in this wedding dress that weighs like a thousand pounds, have been standing in front of the wedding crowd for hours and yet my mate and my husband-to-be had disappeared into thin air. And may the goddess help you, if you dare try to lie to me,” I growled.
He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze. “Luna Elara, I…”
“I am not your Luna yet,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. “And I may never be if you don’t tell me what’s going on. Where is Cyrus?”
Kane hesitated; I know most warriors were loyal to their Alphas but I didn’t care. I continued glaring at him until finally he spoke.