Lola's POV

The morning of the wedding, I woke up before the sun.

I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time, just listening. The pack house was already awake. I could hear movement downstairs, voices carrying up through the walls, the soft sounds of people preparing for something they had all chosen to be part of. Not because they were ordered to. Because they wanted to.

That was the part that still caught me off guard, even now, the choosing.

Evelyn came in an hour after sunrise ...