POV: Alpha Jackson Reynolds
The drive back from the Whispering Pines felt different than the journey in. The heavy, oppressive weight of the unknown had been replaced by a sharp, crystalline focus. In the back of the SUV, the lead-lined boxes from the Royal Archives hummed with an energy I could feel in my teeth—a literal weight of history riding behind us. But as the familiar gates of the Diamond Moon Pack territory came into view, my heart did a strange, tight roll in my chest.
This had been my home. My only priority. For years, every breath I took was for the safety and prosperity of this specific stretch of forest. Now, I was looking at it through the eyes of a man who was about to say goodbye to one life to claim another.
Beside me, Amethyst was leaning her head against the window,
