The morning sunlight poured through the lace curtains, painting soft golden patterns across Tricia Huston’s ivory gown. Outside, the pack grounds buzzed with celebration, laughter, music, the scent of roses and honey drifting through the air. Today was supposed to be perfect. Her day. A day she and everyone in the pack have been looking forward to.

She stood before the mirror as Arlina, her best friend and maid of honor adjusted the delicate veil that shimmered like it was made from ...