I stood motionless in the hallway, my mother's voice floating from her office like daggers to my heart. Each word she spoke twisted deeper into my chest.
"Yes, they contacted me just yesterday," my mother continued, her voice bright with excitement. "They want the wedding to happen soon. Isn't it wonderful?"
My blood boiled in my veins. Ethan and Elara. Getting married. The thought made my wolf thrash wildly inside me, clawing to break free and hunt down my so-called friend. How could he do this? How could she?
I stormed into my mother's office, not bothering to knock. She looked up from her phone call, surprise flashing across her face.
"Rhys, I'll have to call you back, Lena," she said quickly before hanging up. "What's wrong, sweetheart? You look terrible."
"Is it true?" I demanded, my voice barely human. "Are Elara and Ethan really getting married?"
