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Finn’s POV
The wedding bells rang loud and clear, echoing through the grand hall. My heart should have been soaring, but unease clung to me like a shadow. As the doors opened, Lia walked in, her arm linked with Benedicta’s. She looked stunning in her gown, but there was a tension in her smile that only I seemed to notice.
As we exchanged vows, her voice was steady, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The officiant’s words blurred as my wolf instincts screamed at me, warning of impending danger. Still, I pushed the unease aside. This was our moment, and I wouldn’t let anything ruin it.
“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant announced.
I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Lia’s lips. The applause erupted around us, but all I could think about was the gnawing sensation that something was about to go terribly wrong.
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The reception was a whirlwind of laughter and celebration. Guests filled the hall, the sound of clinking glasses and cheerful chatter blending with the music. Lia sat beside me, her eyes distant as if her mind was miles away.
“Are you okay?” I leaned closer, keeping my voice low.
She nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Just a bit tired.”
I didn’t believe her, but I didn’t push. Something had been bothering her all day, but she wouldn’t tell me what it was.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bianca storming out of the hall, her face a mask of fury. Jenny followed closely behind her, whispering something that only seemed to anger Bianca more.
“What now?” I muttered under my breath.
I glanced at Lia again. She was staring down at her plate, absentmindedly pushing food around with her fork. Across the room, Alina sat alone, a smug smile on her face as if she knew a secret the rest of us didn’t.
“Excuse me,” I said, rising from my seat. Lia barely acknowledged me, still lost in her thoughts.
I made my way toward the doors, following the path Bianca and Jenny had taken. The hallway was empty, but the faint sound of voices reached my ears. I focused, letting my heightened wolf senses guide me.
Their voices became clearer as I approached.
“We should have gotten rid of Lia when we had the chance,” Bianca hissed.
“Now she’s married,” Jenny replied, her tone laced with frustration. “And there’s nothing we can do about it. Not to mention that we have a murderer on our tail. This is spiraling out of control!”
My breath caught. A murderer? What were they talking about?
The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. They had been plotting something against Lia all along, and now it seemed their plans were unraveling.
I turned to leave, my mind racing. I had to warn Lia. But before I could take a step, a sharp pain exploded in my chest.
I looked down, shocked to see the glint of a blade protruding from my ribs. Blood poured from the wound, staining my shirt.
Gasping, I turned to face my attacker. A masked figure stood before me, their eyes cold and calculating.
“W—why?” I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper.
The figure said nothing, pulling the knife free with a sickening sound. I staggered, clutching my chest as the world around me blurred.
Footsteps echoed in the distance, but my vision was fading fast. The last thing I saw was the masked figure disappearing into the shadows, leaving me alone in the hallway, drowning in my own blood.
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Alina's POV
Finn had been gone for too long. At first, I dismissed it as him taking a moment to himself—it wasn’t unusual for him to step away from the chaos of a crowded event. But as the minutes dragged on, unease began to creep in.
I pushed my glass aside and stood up, ignoring the curious glances thrown my way.
“Where are you going?” one of the guests asked, but I waved them off.
“Just checking on Finn,” I said curtly, already moving toward the doors.
The air outside was crisp, the moon casting an eerie glow over the surrounding grounds. I called Finn’s name, my voice firm but tinged with growing worry.
“Finn?”
No answer.
My heart started pounding harder as I ventured farther away from the reception. Every step seemed to amplify the tension curling in my stomach. Something was wrong—I could feel it in my bones.
Suddenly, a muffled scream pierced the quiet night. My instincts kicked in, and I broke into a run, following the sound. My heels clicked against the stone pathway, but I barely noticed.
“Finn!” I shouted, my voice now frantic.
I rounded a corner and froze.
There, lying on the ground, was Finn. Blood soaked his shirt, pooling around him. Bianca and Jenny stood nearby, their faces pale and panicked.
“What the hell have you done to him?” I snarled, my voice trembling with rage as I rushed to Finn’s side.
Bianca raised her hands defensively. “We didn’t do anything! We found him like this.”
Jenny nodded fervently. “She’s telling the truth. We just got here and saw him like this.”
I ignored them, dropping to my knees beside Finn. His breathing was shallow, his face pale. My heart clenched at the sight of him so vulnerable.
“You’re lying,” I spat, glaring up at them. “You were planning something, weren’t you? Against Lia? And now this?”
Bianca stepped back, shaking her head. “We swear, Alina. We didn’t touch him!”
I looked down at Finn, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. My hands trembled as I fought to steady my breathing.
“If he dies,” I said coldly, my gaze snapping back to them, “you’re both dead. Now, help me get him back to his room.”
Jenny hesitated but eventually nodded. “I’ll call the sentinels,” she murmured, pulling out her phone.
Bianca and I carefully lifted Finn’s limp form. His blood smeared on my hands, warm and sticky, but I didn’t care. My mind was racing, a thousand questions and accusations swirling through my thoughts.
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We reached Finn’s room, the sentinels following close behind to help lay him down on the bed. His breathing remained faint, and every shallow rise and fall of his chest made my stomach twist.
“I’ll get a doctor,” I said sharply, turning to leave.
Before I could step out, Lia appeared in the doorway, her face etched with confusion and concern.
“What happened?” she asked, her voice trembling. Her gaze flickered to Finn’s pale face, then to me.
I couldn’t contain the rage bubbling inside me. My eyes narrowed, and I stepped closer to her, my voice low and venomous.
“If Finn doesn’t make it out of this alive,” I said, my words cutting through the tension like a blade, “get ready to die.”
Lia’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked like she wanted to say something. But I didn’t wait for her response. I stormed past her, my mind already focused on finding a doctor and getting answers.
Because someone would pay for this—if not Bianca or Jenny, then whoever else had dared to harm my brother.
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