Tyrell's POV
"Where could she possibly be?" I inquire, my voice filled with a mix of impatience and concern.
"She's indisposed." My brother replies nonchalantly.
"Indisposed!?" I burst out, drawing the attention of everyone in the hall. It's like a mating ceremony, with friends from other packs also invited. My anger simmers, justified in this moment.
This hall, once the setting for Luca's invitation, now boasts satin blue curtains and white balloons. Tables adorned with blue and white cloth fill the space, each featuring five seats embellished with matching ribbons, golden disco lights dancing across every reflectable surface. Personally, I hired a human event planner and decorator, ensuring this night's significance is highlighted. It's the night of reckoning, a chance to reclaim wh
