Chapter 58: Gratitude
(Grace's POV)
The figure stepped closer under the soft moonlight, his presence commanding but not overwhelming. I straightened instinctively, my hand brushing against my abdomen as if my pups could sense the looming shift in energy. His scent, a blend of cedar and frost, marked him as Alpha, though it wasn’t one I immediately recognized.
Lucas, ever vigilant, stepped half a pace closer to me, his omega instincts sharpening. “Can we help you?” His tone was polite but edged with caution.
The man inclined his head slightly, a gesture that carried more weight than words. “Forgive the intrusion. Ryan Stone, Alpha of White Claw Territory.” His deep voice carried the distinct resonance of authority, but something about its warmth set him apart from the other Alphas I
