CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
The forest floor is cool beneath my bare feet as I stand under the ancient pines, their branches creating a cathedral of green above me. The moonlight filters through in silver beams, illuminating the space between us. Jackson's figure emerges from the shadows, his tall form cloaked in darkness, and yet startlingly clear under the night sky.
"Grace," he begins, his voice rough like gravel, yet tinged with something that sounds suspiciously like regret. "I... I need to apologize."
His eyes, usually so fierce and commanding, now hold a vulnerability I've never seen before. It's disconcerting to witness this side of him—the Alpha who once exuded such confidence and power now standing here, almost hesitant.
"Apologize for what?" My voice is steady, but inside, my wolf sti
