CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The last of the dinner plates clinks into place in the drying rack, and I can finally let my shoulders slump. The aroma of roasted meat still lingers in the air of the Ironfur pack house kitchen, a comforting yet constant reminder of where I am, who I'm with.
"Hey, Mia," Henry's voice, that ever-familiar tone, threads through the post-meal chatter. He’s been back from his latest hunt for wolves who can’t shift for a couple days now, and since he hasn’t found anyone new he’s been throwing himself into training. His blonde hair catches the light as he leans against the doorway, blue eyes fixed on me with an unreadable expression.
"Can you meet me on the roof at midnight?" He doesn't say it like it's a question, more like a gentle command. It's odd, out of place, and my h
