Author's POV
Storm Estate buzzed with an energy that had been absent for years.
Gloria Storm—Adrian's grandmother, née Morrison, and the true matriarch of the pack—stood in the grand foyer.
Around her, boxes and tissue paper lay scattered, and her closest friends were all helping her pick out gifts for the upcoming wedding.
"Not those," she said sharply, waving away a set of crystal champagne flutes. "Too impersonal. Lina deserves something with meaning."
Her best friend, Dorothy, raised an eyebrow. "You've only met the girl once, Gloria. How do you know what she deserves?"
"I know my grandson. If Adrian chose her, she's worth a thousand of those simpering she-wolves who've been throwing themselves at him for years." Gloria's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Besides, I'
