Lyon
He'd had one job at the event.
Deliver the damned wedding dress and leave. He'd never been a friend of the Hayes', and being a half-breed meant he didn't quite fit in at the pack events.
And unlike Jenny who breezed her way through life, uncaring of that fact, Lyon was constantly made self-aware of the fact that his Mom was a fragile, breakable human every time he attended these kind of events.
But the run-in with Maisie at the fitting affected him way more than it should've, and it would've been a lie if he said he hadn't come here to catch a glimpse of her before his flight to New York by morning.
He just had to know she was fine.
Lyon had spent months doing everything in his power to stay away from Maisie Adams. To forget about her.
He could still feel it sometimes. The pain of being beaten within an inch of his life after her mate, the redhead everyone at school was fucking frightened of and like to call The Crusher, had found them together in the club's bathroom.
