The air was thick with tension as Devon and Chanel stepped onto the estate grounds. Every pair of eyes turned to them, from their own pack members to the men Cyrus brought with him. The looks ranged from fear and hope, to hate and rage. Their presence was magnetic, their bond unmistakable, and Cyrus’ men hated it. Devon stood tall, his broad shoulders squared and his expression unreadable, while Chanel exuded an ethereal calm, her golden-brown eyes glowing with determination.
Whispers rippled through the gathered pack as the sight of them sank in.
“They’re back...”
“Together...”
“Look at them...”
Even Luna Cassandra’s breath caught as she met Chanel’s gaze. For a fleeting moment, hope flickered in the Luna’s eyes, though it was quickly tempered by worry.
From the center of the chaos,
