The morning sun had barely cleared the tops of the stone walls before Athena was already pacing the length of our living room. She carried a thick leather binder and seemed entirely fueled by pure wedding adrenaline, tossing out questions at a rapid-fire pace.
"So, for the banquet tables—are we thinking a deep crimson to match the pack’s crest, or do you want to lean into something softer like a forest green? And the feast! The head chef needs to know if we're doing the traditional roasted boar or if you want to include some coastal dishes. Rachel? Earth to Rachel!"
I wasn't really listening. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, my gaze fixed entirely on the sweeping branches of the ancient willow tree outside the window. Beneath my breath, I took a slow, measured inhale, focusing on t
