Emory’s POV“Emory, I still feel so awful. Can you please stay with me?”Ophelia clung to him after leaving the altar, her voice a soft, pleading whine.But for the first time, Emory didn’t pull her into a comforting embrace.All he could see was Liliana’s last look—so final, so resolute.He didn't know why, but a dull ache started in his chest, a strange sense of loss he couldn't name.Liliana had been the jewel of the Moon Crest pack. Stubborn and competitive, yes, but also surprisingly fragile and terrified of pain. After her pack fell, she’d stopped showing that vulnerable side, stopped acting like the princess she was.But Emory knew. He knew she was still terrified of pain.He remembered the first time he ever saw her.It was at the pack summit five years ago.She was in a simple white dress, but she looked like an angel.She’d stood up to a massive wolf from another pack, all to protect some Omega who was being bullied. She even slapped the bastard across the face.Her eyes had
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