Amethyst
The heavy oak doors of the Alpha suite clicked shut, finally sealing out the world. The distant sounds of the celebration—the rhythmic thrum of the pack drums and the faint scent of hickory smoke—were instantly muffled, replaced by the intimate, quiet hum of the air conditioning and the frantic pounding of two hearts in sync. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, the Diamond Moon, the Shadow, and the weight of a thousand judging Alphas were on the other side of the door.
Jackson didn't let go of my hand. He didn't even turn on the main lights. The room was bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning everything into shades of silver and velvet.
He turned to me, his golden eyes burning with an intensity tha
