The truck rolled through the Silver Ridge gates just after dawn.
Snow still clung to the trees lining the road, the early morning light turning everything pale gold. The compound looked the same as it always did—quiet buildings, smoke rising from chimneys, patrol wolves crossing the courtyard.
But the moment the vehicle came to a stop, the air shifted.
The guards at the gate stared.
One of them blinked in surprise.
“Zayne?”
Blake jumped down from the truck first.
“Morning.”
The guard looked between them.
“You’re not supposed to be back until Christmas.”
Zayne didn’t answer.
He was already moving.
The moment his boots hit the ground, his wolf surged forward inside his chest like it had been waiting for this exact moment.
Home.
But the relief only lasted a second.
Because Alex
