Nolan POV
I stood on the balcony outside the guest quarters Alaric had offered me, my hands braced against the railing, the cold wind lifting my hair. The scent of pine and rain still clung to the air.
It wasn’t the only scent that was lingering. I could smell Ellie and the boys. Not nearby, but the ghost of their scent lingered in the halls of the Moonstone packhouse.
They spent a lot of time here, apparently. I found the thought oddly comforting. They were safe here, with Alaric and Cassian. As much as it hurt my pride and made my wolf whine to know that someone else was protecting my family, it was better than thinking of them being out there unprotected.
Or worse, with Kieran.
I could hear the sounds of Moonstone life below: faint laughter from the courtyard, a wolf’s low bark
