At that same moment, Ethan, who was exchanging rings with Victoria, felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Seeing the message on his phone, he dropped the ring in his hand and stumbled out of the hotel: “To the airport!”
But it was too late.
As our plane took off, I looked down at the city growing smaller below us. For five years, I had put my life on hold, believing in promises that were never meant to be kept.
Lily fell asleep against my shoulder, exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the past few days.
I gently stroked her hair, my brave little warrior who had shown more courage than many grown wolves.
“We’re going home,” I whispered.
Ethan stared at his phone as the cold dial tone continued, his brow furrowing deeper.
He impatiently urged the driver:
“Can’t you go any faster? The pack can easily pay for your traffic tickets!”
The driver wiped sweat from his forehead and explained miserably:
“Alpha, it’s not that I don’t want to hurry, but there are too many people on the streets for Valentine’s Day. Look at this traffic jam!”
