Ivonne POV

The wedding tune played in the background as I stood at the back of the crowd, my silver heels digging into the earth decorated with well trimmed grasses.

My slim yet curvy figure was concealed in a floor length silver dress Tobias had chosen for me. I recalled my shocked reaction when I had opened the box which contained the dress when it was sent to my room by Garret.

For a moment I wondered if he knew I was a silver wolf but brushed off the idea hence it was a far fetched notion which I didn't dwell on. The top part of the dress was made...