POV: Ember
The wedding cake crashed to the floor with a loud splat.
I stared at the mess of white frosting and broken pieces scattered across my kitchen. Three hours of work destroyed in seconds. My hands shook as I knelt down to clean it up.
"Mama, what happened?" Hope asked from the doorway. Her golden eyes were wide with worry.
"Just an accident, sweetie," I lied. But my wolf knew better. Someone had loosened the cake stand's legs while I was outside hanging decorations.
This was the third "accident" this week. First, someone mixed salt into the sugar for the cookies. Then, all my wedding flowers arrived dead and wilted. Now this.
"I'll help clean," Hunter said, running to get paper towels. His healing hands glowed softly as he touched a piece of broken plate. The crack disappeared instantly.
"Thank you, baby." I hugged both kids tight. At least they were safe.
