Theo’s Pov
The Grand Hall was suffocating. It was supposed to be a celebration. White roses covered every wall. Hundreds of guests from neighboring packs stood in their finest clothes, holding champagne glasses.
I stood at the front of the room, wearing a tuxedo and beside me stood Claire. She was wearing a long silver gown, playing the part of the perfect fiancée. But every time I looked at her, I just wished she were Selena.
My heart was beating a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Just a little longer, I told myself. Just get the signature and finish this farce. Then you can go to her.
My father, Michael, stood on the other side of the table. His face was red with suppressed rage. He held a pen in his hand, hovering over the document that would change everything.
The Transfer of Autho
