Scarlett's POV
I stood at the very edge of the crowd, partially hidden beneath the shade of a large oak tree. My face throbbed where Silas had struck me, and my head still felt heavy from the impact against the wall. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the sight unfolding before me.
The triplets stood at the altar like three immovable pillars.
From this distance, they looked perfect—the future of the pack, composed and commanding. But I could see the truth. I could see the way Liam's hands were balled into fists. I could see Leo's jaw working, his eyes dark and restless as they scanned the crowd. And Leon… Leon looked haunted, his usual cold mask slipping just enough to show the grief that hadn't healed in two years.
They were in so much pain. And even after everything they had done to me, a part of my soul—the part tied to them by a cruel fate—ached for them.
