Timothy's POV

The rehearsal dinner is exactly the kind of political circus I expected. Wintermoon Pack's finest filling the private dining room at Frost Haven's most exclusive restaurant. Sophia sits beside me, looking perfect in a designer dress.

"You seem distracted, darling." Her fingers trace patterns on my arm. "Tomorrow's your big game, isn't it?"

"Championship final." I take another sip of whiskey, hoping it will numb the anxiety clawing at my chest. "It should be a good match."

"Against ...