Chapter 96

AUBREY'S POV I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. The wedding dress was everything I had dreamed of—layers of silk and delicate lace flowing like water, tiny crystals catching the morning light streaming through the windows. Caroline had outdone herself with the design: a sweetheart neckline that dipped just so, long sleeves of transparent lace decorated with intricate wolf patterns, and a train that whispered across the floor with every movement. My hair had been styled into elegant waves, pinned back with pearl-tipped pins that had belonged to Knox's mother. The veil cascaded down my back, as ethereal as morning mist. I looked every inch the perfect bride, the future Luna of the Blood Hound Pack. It was all a lie. My hands smoothed down the front of the dress, and I fought back tears that threatened to ruin hours of careful makeup. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it had become an elaborate