Ominous Click I

The ceremony would officially start at 6PM. By 5:30PM, the organizing members of Thunderstrike already had the guests seated and ready at the Belhurst Cathedral where the wedding would be held. Everything was decorated to the nines, half of which was by my own hand.

I walked down the aisle, my heels clicking along the length of the red carpet. The event had yet to start and I was allowed, at least, the shortest and most convenient way to the front where Blaise and Damon stood.

The twins were engaged in conversation with, thankfully, no one around them. However, in a cathedral filled with sharp-eared werewolves listening in to their every word, they kept their voices hushed. 

Damon was the first to turn. His eyes seemed to light up when he caught something in the air — my scent, perhaps — and his eyes looked past Blaise to find me. Only after Blaise realized that his brother's attention wasn't on him did he finally swivel around.

"Harper."