#Chapter 144: Black Wedding

Third Person POV "This can't possibly be all there is," David spat angrily, gripping the balcony railing as he glared down at the meager crowd of guests gathered below. The small assembly consisted solely of members of his own pack and Amanda's, and the sight made his blood boil. "We were supposed to start ten minutes ago," Amanda said, her voice trembling with unease. "There should be four times as many people here!" David shouted, whirling around to direct his fury at her. Amanda flinched under his glare, wringing her hands nervously. Once, he’d thought her beautiful in the princess-style lace gown she’d chosen, but now, standing there looking fragile and pathetic, she seemed ridiculous to him, like a child playing dressup. "What a waste of time and money," he snapped coldly. “Watch how you speak to my sister.” The sharp, commanding voice made David stiffen. He bit the inside of his cheek as he turned to see Archer, Amanda’s oldest brother, s