Charles
I arrived at the Delta Pack boundary after more than an hour on the road. The moment I cut the engine, the driver’s door was already being pulled open.
Eric.
He straightens as I step out, shutting the door behind me. His short black hair is neatly combed despite the cold, his brown eyes sharp and steady as always. Calm. Grounded. Exactly what a Beta should be.
“Welcome, Alpha,” he says, bowing his head.
“What happened,” I asked immediately. “Is it really true?”
Eric nods once. “It’s the same land. Our ancestral ground....Red Hollow.”
My chest tightens. I had hoped for coincidence. I had prayed for error. But my wolf growls low, already knowing the truth.
“Explain,” I say.
Eric walks beside me as we move forward. “The land Molly inherited belongs to the Bennett bloodline. N
