(Audrey's POV)
I stood outside the Pack Council Office, watching wolves come and go through the gleaming glass doors. The building itself was imposing—all polished stone and authoritative presence, just like the pack laws it represented. A light snow was still falling, dusting my shoulders as I waited.
Some couples emerged with beaming faces and intertwined fingers, clearly having scheduled their mate marking ceremonies. Others walked out separately, shoulders hunched, eyes downcast, the severance of their mate bonds evident in their careful distance from one another.
I had sent Sarah ahead to our new healing practice office. This was something I needed to face alone. After all, I had started this journey by myself years ago when I first met Arthur Moonstone. It was fitting that I should end it alone too.
A sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb, immediately drawing attention from passing wolves. Arthur stepped out first, his tall frame impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that
