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Lilly’s PoV Bella had brought an entire entourage of makeup artists and fashion designers to help us prepare for the ball. I felt incredibly nervous. Before, it was just me, and I didn’t have to worry about anyone's expectations. But now, with my brothers and sister around, as well as Hendrick and
Chad’s POV The White Claw Pack smelled like rain, old leather, and memory. Every breeze through the pines carried a sliver of the past—laughter in the courtyard, the sharp sting of battle, whispers at graves. Bella drew a slow, reverent breath beside me; her fingers found mine without looking. I l
Lilly’s PoV Brent was seething, his fury radiating like heat. I wanted to step forward, to calm him, but Hendrick’s towering frame remained planted firmly in front of me, shielding me. My hand trembled as I reached around him, desperate to stop the clash. “Brent, it’s fine. He didn’t force me t
Hendrick’s PoV At first, it wasn’t my intention to listen. But Lycan hearing doesn’t ask permission—it simply sharpens every sound, pulls every word, whether you want it. I caught fragments of Lilly’s voice, trembling, raw. Jason. Friends. Melanie is killing them. The shame in her tone carved into
Lilly’s PoV The garden smelled faintly of lavender and roses. I stood barefoot on the grass, feeling the sun kiss my skin as Bella circled me with an indulgent smile. She looked ethereal in a pale dress, her hair pinned back neatly, but her eyes were warm, patient, and full of encouragement. “Ag
Hendrick’s PoV With all the visitors and introductions, I’ve hardly had time to talk to Lilly. My little Rebel has been overwhelmed, wrapped in the constant attention of everyone eager to welcome her. After a lifetime of knowing only Melanie and believing she was her one and only family, suddenly