The drive back to Moonfire feels unreal.
The last time I saw the packhouse, I was running from it — heartbroken, scared, lost. Now, a whole year later, I’m coming back with Jax at my side, our bond humming like a heartbeat between us.
I don’t know if they’ll be happy to see me or if they’ll see me as the same problem that started all this. But we have no choice. The answers we need are buried here.
The car stops in front of the large white building. It’s just how I remember it — tall, proud, and strong. But something feels different. Like the walls have seen too much in the past year.
Jax gets out first, scanning the area like he always does, protective as ever. “Stay close.” He murmurs.
I nod, even though I already planned to. My wolf senses are sharp, and I can feel tension everywhe
