MeredithAlarick's phone rang before the priest could finish binding us.Buzz. Buzz.I knew that ringtone, and so did everyone else in the hall as it meant one person and one person alone.Clover.My hand tightened around the bouquet, white roses crushing beneath my grip until the ribbon bit into my palm. Alarick's fingers were still laced with mine, but I felt the moment his grip loosened. He glanced down at his pocket.The priest kept speaking, the Bloodmoon Pack kept watching, and I kept standing there like I hadn't already lived different versions of this moment for five years. Clover calls, Alarick runs, and I forgive him. The pattern was so familiar it made my chest ache."Alarick," I whispered.He didn't look at me, but his jaw tightened as he pulled his hand free. The cool air rushed between our palms. He answered the call right there in front of the priest and his entire pack."What's wrong?" His voice dropped low, but the hall had gone quiet enough that everyone heard him an
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