Nash’s pov
Five long years had passed since Jill disappeared into the night, abandoning her royal title, her family, and the Red Moon Pack House.
I sat at my wide timber desk, staring at the leather-bound ledger open before me. Late afternoon sunlight cut through the narrow window, casting long, dark shadows across the room. My back still carried the faint, white traces of my old lashes, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the hollow, silent ache that had settled deep in my chest.
For six years, I had searched every border post, every rogue camp, and every ridge line. I had searched until my scouts came back with empty hands and my warriors stopped asking who we were looking for.
A sharp knock broke the quiet of the study.
"Enter," I said, my voice cold and flat.
Beta Wylie
