Alexa

The wedding dress hung up as before in the dressing room. Although there was a slight regret for today’s events, this dress was beautiful. Such a pity—perhaps another time, with the right person.

My steps guided me out of the dressing room. My eyes still felt swollen and sore, but the elders did not want to keep waiting too long. I had promised to sit in the ballroom obediently as soon as I changed my clothes.

With a green shirt and denim pants, I was no longer a bride. Just an ordinary Lycan girl about to face the trial and investigation of the old men and women. They had...