Nicole's Pov
As the car rounds a final bend in the winding forest road, the Crescent Moon Pack house comes into view. It was a grand, sprawling structure, built of stone and dark wood that blends harmoniously with the natural surroundings. Large windows glint in the sunlight, and the building exudes a sense of both strength and history.
Standing on the wide front steps is Mason, his tall frame relaxed but alert. His arms are crossed over his chest, and a knowing smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as he watches the car approach.
“Looks like Mason’s already waiting for us,” Grace remarks, her tone amused.
Drake huffs a quiet laugh. “Of course, he is. He always likes to make an entrance, even if it’s just standing still.”
I lean forward, my eyes fixed on Mason. His casual confidence
