Sloane’s POV
Seated in the front passenger seat, I adjust my position on the leather seat as Xavier navigates his SUV toward the packhouse. The hum of the engine is steady beneath us, but my chest is practically vibrating with an energy I can barely contain. After everything- the isolation, the quiet grief over Kai's deception, the years of feeling completely excluded from the pack's hidden telepathic world-this ride with Xavier feels like light breaking through a long night.
Hearing Moro’s voice in my head. I guess it’s because he’s nearly always with me.
Looking at his hand holding mine on my lap, I turn in my seat to look at Xavier. His strong jaw is set, his hands firm on the steering wheel, radiating that quiet, grounded strength he always has. But now, it feels different. Bigger.
