Cara
That night, after Maeve and I had managed to send the Luna back to the pack house through the portal we created, the house finally went still, Jace and I found ourselves alone.
The silence between us was thick, full of everything that had been spoken in the firelit room earlier. His father still alive—trapped. His mother carrying that burden for decades. And me—somehow at the center of the path forward.
I watched Jace pace near the window, his broad shoulders tense, every movement sharp with contained fury. The moonlight cut across him, gilding his profile in silver. He looked every bit the Alpha he was destined to be—and yet so heartbreakingly human in his pain.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped in my lap, unsure of what to say. I wasn’t good with grand words, not li
