- Caspian Grayson:
Today is my oldest brother's wedding.
The entire Grayson estate had been transformed for it in a way that almost made the forest itself feel enchanted.
Deep within the woods, where ancient trees opened into a massive clearing, thousands of floating lanterns drifted through the air like captured stars, glowing gold against the dark evening sky.
Magic threaded quietly through everything—not loud enough to draw attention to itself, but present enough that the entire atmosphere felt alive. Candles hovered in the air beside long black-and-gold drapes hanging from the branches overhead, and silver leaves woven through white flowers lined the aisle leading toward the altar.
The music blended softly into the night air, low and elegant, never overpowering conversation, only wrapping around it. The scent of cedarwood, expensive cologne, flowers, wine, and warm food drifted through the clearing while guests filled every seat and corner of the ceremony space.
Wolves.
