Chapter 158

**Evangeline's POV**

The moon hung full and silver above us, so bright it hurt to look at directly. I stood at the edge of the clearing, barefoot in the grass, and tried to remember how to breathe.

My dress was simple. White silk that moved like water. No train. No veil. Just me and the night air and the hundreds of wolves gathered in a circle around the sacred ground.

"You ready?" Marcus appeared beside me, offering his arm. He'd volunteered to walk me ...