Molly
My stomach drops instantly.
I don’t know why but the way he says it makes my chest tight. Like whatever is coming next is going to change something.
“What is it?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer immediately. He runs a hand through his hair, like he’s trying to find the right words. That alone scares me. Charles never struggles for words.
When he finally speaks, his voice is calm but heavy.
“The land Paul wants… Red Hollow. It’s not just land.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
He turns slightly toward me now, eyes darker than usual.
“It’s ancestral ground.”
I blink at him.
“Ancestral… what?”
“My ancestral ground,” he says quietly. “My pack’s.”
For a second I just stare at him because my brain refuses to process that sentence.
His pack?
I let out a small laugh, confused. “I don’t u
