CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The village is alive with the scents of home, the familiar timber structures huddled like old friends sharing secrets under the cloak of night. But even amidst the comforting aroma of pine and earth, my mind trails back to him—Jackson, his name a whisper in my thoughts that sends shivers down my spine. His presence is an echo in my heart, a ghostly reminder of the connection I felt, one that defies the boundaries of rival packs.
"Grace?" Lucas's voice cuts through my reverie, and I startle, looking up into his concerned hazel eyes. His brow is furrowed, a silent testament to his protective instincts. He stands lean and tall, the moonlight catching on the edges of his face, accentuating his strong jawline. Though he is our pack's Gamma, standing second only to the Alpha
