Ivy
Hours later
My emotions are still running high as the familiar sleek black SUV rolls into the driveway of the packhouse. It’s only a little after two in the afternoon, and I’m stunned they made it here so quickly. Turns out Ronan had them flown privately on the pack’s plane—no layovers, no delays, just a direct line from my quiet life in Jackson to the chaos of Shadow Ridge.
He didn’t ask.
Didn’t check.
He just decided.
The tires crunch over gravel, and the engine cuts off with a low hum. The air feels heavier now, like the packhouse itself is bracing for impact. My pulse spikes the moment the back door flies open and Noah launches himself out like a shot.
“Momma!” he yells, his voice bright and clear, cutting through the tension like sunlight. “I missed you!”
He barrels into m
