Severing the Final Tie

LARA

"The orchids would be perfect for the centerpieces," Olivia said, her eyes bright with excitement as she showed me yet another floral arrangement. "What do you think?"

I nodded absently, my attention drifting toward the window. Storm clouds were gathering on the horizon, mirroring my mood perfectly.

"Lara? Did you hear what I said?"

"Sorry," I snapped back to the present. "The orchids are lovely. Really."

Olivia frowned, setting down her wedding binder. "You've been distracted all morning. Is everything okay?"

Before I could answer, the door to the Moonstone Pack's formal sitting room swung open. Wesley stood in the doorway, his tall frame filling the entrance. His eyes landed on me first, then shifted to Olivia with obvious irritation.

"I didn't realize you had company," he said, his voice tight.

The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. Olivia straightened her spine, never one to be intimidated.