The drive back down the mountain from our honeymoon cabin felt entirely different from the drive up. The quiet, lazy peace of the past week was still humming in my veins, but as the familiar gates of Demetrius’s pack estate came into view, the weight of reality settled right back onto my shoulders. I was no longer just a hidden wolf in hiding; I was the Queen, and a storm was brewing on the horizon.
The moment Demetrius killed the truck's engine in front of our main house, I turned to him, my chest tightening slightly with a sudden urge that had been simmering in the back of my mind all morning.
"I want to see Eloise," I said, looking over at his handsome profile as he pulled the keys from the ignition. "I want to find out if she’s heard anything about my father. If anyone would notice s
