Fiona's POV

The moonlight spilled through the large windows of the packhouse as I paced back and forth in my room, my thoughts restless. The preparations for the wedding were in full swing, and while I tried to focus on the positive, a gnawing unease tugged at my mind.

A soft knock broke my train of thought. "Come in," I called out, pausing mid-step.

The door opened, and in walked Stella, one of my closest friends in the pack. Her usually cheerful face looked tense. "Fiona, we need to ...