CHAPTER TWENTY
The world narrows to the space between us as Jackson's lips claim mine. He is heat and wildfire, his kiss igniting a passion I can't seem to control. His hands are gentle yet possessive, roving over my back as if he's afraid I'll slip away. But I’m here, searingly present, our breaths mingling in a rhythm as old as time.
"Grace," he whispers against my lips, a plea and a promise woven together. The sound of my name on his lips is both a balm and a blaze, soothing the part of me that always feels small, always feels invisible within my own pack. With Jackson, there's no hiding, no need to be anything but what I am—a young she-wolf who carries the burden of being different.
Our kiss deepens, and I taste the wildness of the forest, the power of an Alpha who commands attentio
