The next morning, just before dawn, the wedding lights at Silvercrest's pack house hung torn from their cables. The portico was littered with broken glass and shredded red banners. Every piece of furniture, every dress, every wedding plate had been cleaned out by Crimson Moon's warriors overnight.Lucien stood at the entrance in a wrinkled suit. His face was gray.The omega staff hadn't been paid, so they'd all walked out overnight. So had the driver. Silvercrest's Alpha was driving himself to the Council's morning meeting. He'd kept the windows down all night to stay awake, and his jacket was creased beyond saving.On the way there, neighboring pack Alphas drove past in their own cars. A few of them slowed down deliberately, just to look at him. He pretended not to notice, even waved at the ones who knew him, like everything was fine.In Silvercrest's living room, Vivienne stared at the empty space and smashed the last mug from the previous night against the wall."Lucien, you're real
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