Three hundred wolves rose to their feet.

The sound of it chairs scraping, fabric rustling, three hundred bodies standing in unison rolled through the grove like a wave.

Whispers followed. I heard them distantly, filtered through the roaring of my own heartbeat.

“Look at her…”

“She’s breathtaking…”

“The Supreme Alpha…”

I barely registered them.

Because I’d found Valtherion.

He stood at the altar in black.

Simple, immaculate, the suit cut to his shoulders like it had been made for this exact moment.

His dark hair was pushed back from his face, and his ice-blue eyes were locked on me with an intensity that turned the rest of the grove transparent....