CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: The Quiet Claim
Liam’s POV
The pack house finally slept.
The corridors were dark, the last lanterns snuffed hours ago. No footsteps. No voices. Only the distant howl of wind against stone and the low, steady rhythm of my own pulse.
I waited until the moon had climbed high before I moved.
My room—Alpha quarters—was at the far end of the upper hall. Heavy oak door. Thick walls. No one entered without permission. Not even Isaac anymore.
I left the door unlocked.
She came silently, the way I taught her.
The latch clicked softly. Then her scent—wild jasmine and warm skin—slipped into the room before she did.
Kaira closed the door behind her without a sound.
She wore the same plain brown dress from earlier, but her hair was loose now, dark waves spilling over her
