Candace
My heart would not slow down. It battered violently against my ribs so hard I was certain everyone nearest to me could hear it over the chaos swallowing the church whole. Star was absolutely no help either.
My wolf spun frantically inside me, practically howling herself hoarse while one word echoed through my chest over and over again.
Mate, Mate. MATE.
My breathing turned uneven. My vision spun, almost going blurry as my eyes drifted to the triplets who looked like they could, and would, gut me where I stood.
Around me, voices crashed loudly against stone walls. Pack members shouted over one another while Aunt Elena shrieked furiously at Uncle Nathan, who stood glaring daggers at me over her shoulder like he wished he could throttle me right there in the middle of the church.
Ragnor stood closest to the altar, arms rigid at his sides, every muscle locked so tight he might have been carved from the same stone as the walls behind him.
