Nathan’s POV
I woke before the sun, long before the household stirred. The air was sharp, the forest quiet and cool beneath my paws as I tore through the trees in full wolf form, muscles rippling, breath misting in the dawn chill.
The run helped clear the noise in my head—politics, pressure, and Marcus—and let me focus on what mattered.
Isabelle.
It was Friday. I’d made the decision sometime in the middle of the night that we’d fly out to Roxbury this morning to see her mother and little brother. I knew it mattered to her, and that made it matter to me. This wasn’t about duty or performance. This was personal.
When I returned, the mansion was beginning to stir. I shifted and dressed in the spare change of clothes I kept by the back entrance. The scent of breakfast met me in the hallw
