Chanel stood by the window of the cabin, the moonlight streaming in and painting her in an ethereal glow. Devon sat on the edge of the sofa, his gaze fixed on her. He could sense the tension radiating from her, and it made his wolf restless.
“Chanel,” he said softly, breaking the silence. “What did the ancestors tell you?”
She turned to face him, her expression unreadable. “I’ll explain everything,” she promised, her voice steady. “But first, I need some time alone. I have to speak with Ava.”
Devon frowned, his protective instincts flaring. “You want me to leave you? After what just happened? No way.”
“This is something only I can do,” she said gently, stepping closer to him. She placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. “You’ve done so much already, just by bein
