Chloe’s pov
The ride back to the Red Moon pack house felt twice as long as the journey out.
I sat close beside Nash on the bench of the heavy wooden carriage, wrapped in his dark wool cloak that still carried the intense heat of his skin. Ray sat across from us, her dark eyes fixed on her lap, quietly nursing the dark bruise forming along her jawline.
Nash hadn't let go of my hand since his guards loaded us into the carriage. His broad thumb traced slow, firm circles over my knuckles, his jaw set in a rigid line as he stared out the window into the passing forest. He was furious. I could feel the low, dangerous hum of his Alpha energy vibrating through his frame, sharp and possessive.
Every time I glanced at him, my heart did a strange, erratic flutter.
He’d come for me. He’d torn thr
