CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
The moon hangs high, a silver sentinel in the night sky, as I watch Kyle approach Dean, who stands apart from the rest of us. His lone-wolf stance is something we've all noticed, but tonight there's an urgency in Kyle's steps that tells me change is blowing in like the cool forest breeze.
"Dean," Kyle begins, his voice carrying the weight of his Alpha status even though his words are casual, "you've been running solo for a while now. How about you stop drifting and stay with us?"
I hold my breath. Dean's eyes flicker with something unreadable before he looks away, shaking his head. The muscles of his jaw tighten—a silent struggle playing over his features.
"Thanks, Kyle, but I don't think I'm pack material," Dean says, his voice is steady despite the flinch in his r
