“Uncle Lucas will be at the family dinner tonight. He’s a big deal for Silver Claws, so keep it classy, alright? I’ve done you a favor by bringing you here. If the elders ask about the mate bond, just say we’ve already established it. And one more thing—don’t forget to apologize to Willow after dinner for cutting her earlier today. Otherwise, I can cancel the wedding anytime before it’s official.”
With that, Ryan strode into the dining hall of Silver Claws Manor as if he hadn’t just spewed nonsense.
I took a deep breath, brushing off his words. It didn’t matter. Soon enough, he’d know exactly who I was marrying.
Inside the dining hall, Lucas hadn’t arrived yet, but the other elders had already taken their seats. Avoiding Ryan, I deliberately chose a spot farther away and left the seat beside me open for Lucas.
