JULIAN’S POV
The Bloodmoon pack’s territory bordered the coast, and within twenty minutes, I pulled up beside a secluded dock. A sleek white yacht bobbed gently in the water, its surface catching the fading light of the setting sun.
Aliona looked at me, confusion flickering across her face. “Julian, what are we doing here?”
“Watching the sunset,” I said simply.
She hesitated before stepping onto the yacht. The salt air tousled her hair, the scent of the sea mingling with her faint lavender perfume. I guided her to the upper deck, where I’d already arranged two glasses and a bottle of sparkling cider—not wine. I knew she wasn’t in the mood for celebration, but I wanted to remind her that not everything was about pain.
The sun hung low on the horizon, a molten sphere sinking into the w
