Ignoring Kane’s protests, I turned on my heel and strode back towards the wedding stage fighting the tears at the corners of my eyes that threatened to fall. As I ascended the steps, a hush fell over the gathering.
“Members of Stormhowl Pack and honoured guests from Winterfang,” I announced, trying not to cry. “I thank you all for your presence and support but I regret to inform you that there will be no wedding today. Alpha Cyrus has chosen to attend to other matters he deems more important than our union. I apologize and I pray you’ll enjoy the feast that has been prepared. Thank you".
Seven days later…
I stood on the balcony of my family’s pack house, watching Cyrus and his entourage approach with a mixture of emotions burning in my chest.
Anger, hurt and a stubborn flicker of hope warred within me as I observed the man who had both captured my heart and shattered it. As expected, they came bearing the finest of gifts and if I was not so angry, I would have laughed at their faces.
Cyrus too was playing the perfect, contrite actor. His shoulders were tense, his steps were heavy and he looked as innocent as morning dew. I knew without doubt he had come to beg for a second chance.