Gone

Rosalind's POV

I chose to live. By that, I mean that I chose to be Killian's fiancée. We walked together hand in hand as we entered the hall that was used for official undertakings and for celebrations.

The entire council was there suited at their dais. The silverbags/nobles occupied the common rows and as I entered I had the remarkable thought that apart from the servants catering to the guests I was probably the lowest-ranking wolf in attendance.

Cillian was already there with Adelyn standing next to him both decked in the most expensive-looking silks in Collian's colours of blue and white and the sight of them standing there looking like the perfect couple made me stop moving.

Killian's arm went around my waist forcing me forward while making it seem like he was just being affectionate.

My heart raced and my hands grew clammy as the attention of all those in attendance fixated on my skin. I couldn't breathe until I did. Killian's arm urged me forward until we stood next to Cill