Tyrell's POV
The resort buzzes with anticipation as the event center hums with activity, preparing for what promises to be a spectacle: a wedding. Positioned awkwardly at the front, I find myself on the edge of my seat, bracing for the inevitable.
Luca, adorned in extravagant attire, appears disoriented at the altar, his expression betraying his inner turmoil. It's evident he's not enthusiastic about this union.
"This whole thing is a mess," mutters the man beside me, his words capturing the attention of fellow werewolves scattered throughout the hall.
I observe Luca, my arms folded tightly across my chest. Jonathan, his brother, wears a forced smile, though I hesitate to label the platform they stand upon as an altar. Yet here we are, awaiting the arrival of Krystal, the bride-to-be.
