Chapter 22
(Lex POV)
Home.
The word feels strange on my tongue—heavy and soft all at once. It’s been so long since I’ve had one that I don’t even know what it’s supposed to feel like anymore. Comfort? Safety? Belonging?
When the SUV turns down the long gravel road leading to the Black Shadow Pack grounds, my chest tightens along with the power flowing out of me.
Towering pines line both sides of the drive, their branches arching above us like guardians. Moonlight filters through the leaves, painting the path in silver and shadow. Then the trees break, and I see it—the pack house.
It’s massive. Three stories tall, built of dark timber and stone, its windows glowing warmly against the night. A wide staircase leads up to double doors carved with crescent symbols, and lanterns flicker al
