Tonia's POV
Lucien was lounging around the Pack house when I finally made it back. The weight of that strange dream still clung to me like morning fog, refusing to lift despite the daylight streaming through the windows.
When I described the unsettling vision to him, he just laughed it off with that carefree attitude of his. We spent the afternoon hunting down my jewelry and gathering everything else I would need for tomorrow's ceremony. Each item felt heavier in my hands than it should have, as if they carried the weight of what was coming.
As night settled over the Pack house, I found myself standing outside Kermit' office door. The truth about what happened five years ago burned in my throat, begging to be released. I needed to see his face when I told him. I needed to understand why he had walked away that morning without a word.
But the door was locked. Cold metal greeted my touch instead of the familiar warmth of his presence.