Jason sat alone inside the small cabin at the edge of Silver Fang territory. It had become the only place in the entire pack where he could still breathe.
Every night, after fulfilling his duties as Alpha, he found himself returning to the tiny cabin that had once belonged to Julia. The scent that lingered inside had grown faint over the months, but it was still there.
Lavender.
Fresh bread.
Wildflowers.
Julia.
He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, closing his eyes.
"This is the only place that still feels like home," he whispered bitterly.
The Alpha House had become nothing more than a prison. Every room reminded him of choices he wished he could undo. Every hallway echoed with arguments. Every night felt colder than the last.
Slowly, Jason walked toward Julia's ol
