Chapter 87

The wedding.

Kieran’s POV

“Relax, Kieran. You’re going to wear a hole in the floor.”

Tobias’s voice was calm, but I could hear the amusement in it. I ignored him, my thoughts fixed on the ornate doors at the end of the grand hall. I paced back and forth in my office, the polished stone floor feeling slick under my boots. I clenched my fists, but sweat still slicked my palms. I’d faced enemies with a steady grip, but today? I couldn’t stop shaking.

“You’re shaking.”

“I can’t help it,” I muttered, my voice rougher than usual. My wolf, Fenrir, was no help. He was a whirlwind of a storm in my head, a mix of frantic joy and pure, unadulterated nerves. He was as useless as a kit today, prancing around in my mind, howling with a giddiness I hadn’t known he possessed.

Tobias laughed, the sound warm and low. “I told you, you’re more nervous than she is. You’ve been fidgeting all week. The entire pack knows it.”

“I’m not fidgeting,” I growled,