CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
I’m exhausted when we finally step inside the Ironfur pack house. I linger near the door, my gaze tracing the familiar lines of our refuge nestled amidst the urban sprawl.
"Can we talk?" Henry's voice breaks through the clamor of the pack's conversations. His blue eyes hold an urgency that tugs at me, a silent plea that's impossible to ignore.
"Sure." My voice sounds steadier than I feel. I follow him, weaving through the crowded living area where laughter and low growls intertwine.
We find a quiet corner, the noise dulling to a murmur behind us. Henry looks different—his blonde hair seems less vibrant, his shoulders tense. The loss of his shifting ability lingers between us, an unspoken shadow.
"I need to do this on my own," he says suddenly, his words slicing th
