Every pair of eyes in the courtyard locked onto me.
Vessa's gaze burned with envy.
Fenris caught the look and let out a derisive scoff.
"The Treasure Pavilion? That's nothing. When I mate with Vessa, I'll commission the finest artisan in the Central Territory to craft ceremonial furs unlike anything the packs have ever seen."
Vessa threw herself into his arms. "Fenris, you're so good to me."
My vision blurred. I remembered the year I turned fifteen, when Fenris had made that same promise: that I would wear the most beautiful ceremonial furs and be the most beautiful bride in the entire Central Territory.
Now he was giving all of it to someone else.
Before I could pick myself up off the ground, his next words slammed me back down.
"Briar, haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Take those furs off. Now."
I stared at him, unable to believe what I was hearing. "What did you just say?"
Fenris looked down at me from above. "You're standing at the gates of my den in ceremonial furs. Anyone passing by would think I'm the one taking a second mate today."
"Take them off. Before wolves get the wrong idea."