Chloe’s pov
The morning sky over the Red Moon Pack House broke in soft shades of pale gold and blue, washing away the dark storm that had held the mountain in its grip.
Inside the great stone hall, the air smelled of woodsmoke, pine oil, and brewing mountain tea.
Nash sat behind the heavy oak table in the center of the room, wrapped in his dark leather riding tunic. His broad shoulders were square, his jaw set in an absolute, unyielding line, though his dark eyes showed the exhaustion of a male who had spent three days fighting for his family.
Ted stood beside him, his massive arms crossed over his chest, his short blade sheathed at his hip.
Tabitha stood near the center of the flagstones. She wore her simple gray wool dress, her hands folded quietly over her apron. Her dark hair was
