I blinked, trying to process her words. "What do you mean?" I whispered, but she was already fading away, leaving me with a sense of unease. I shook my head, dismissing the warning. Today was my wedding day, nothing could go wrong.
The hours passed, and the guests began to murmur among themselves. I kept glancing at the path where Travis was supposed to appear, but there was no sign of him. Panic started to creep in, but I pushed it down, telling myself that he was just running late.
As the sun began to set, my heart sank. Travis still hadn't shown up. I looked at my mother, her face now pale with worry. She clutched her chest, and before I could react, she collapsed.
"Mom!" I screamed, rushing to her side. I cradled her head in my lap, tears streaming down my face. "Somebody help! Please!"
The guests gasped and whispered, but no one moved. I looked around frantically, my eyes landing on the pack healer. "Please, help her!" I begged, but no one came. No one even tried. I didn't understand. Why wouldn't they help my mother? Desperation clawed at me as I tried to revive her, but it was too late.