The wedding reception was in full swing, but I felt like I couldn't breathe. The combination of happiness for my mother and the tension whenever Rhys looked my way had become overwhelming. I needed air—space to think without his burning gaze following me around the room.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Mom asked, touching my arm gently. She and Alistair had been making their rounds, receiving congratulations from what felt like every wolf in the Silver Moon Pack.
I forced a smile. "Just need a minute to myself. It's been an emotional day."
"Take all the time you need, sweetheart." She squeezed my hand, her eyes filled with motherly concern.
Alistair—my new stepfather—nodded in understanding. "There's a quiet balcony down the hall if you need some fresh air."
"Thanks... Dad," I replied, the word still feeling new but not unwelcome.
