Nathan’s POV
It had been a long week.
Not the kind of long that felt like a burden—but the kind that settled in your bones, filled with meaning, decisions, and the soft weight of things changing. Again.
The moon hung heavier each night, pulling at the wolves in the pack like an invisible tide. I could feel it in my blood, my bones, even my breath. The full moon was still two weeks out, but its presence was already looming like a promise—or a warning.
I stood at the window of our bedroom, looking out at the estate. The forest was quiet. Still. Almost like it knew what tonight would bring.
Behind me, I could hear Isabelle moving—soft footsteps, the whisper of her hoodie brushing against her arms as she folded it and placed it on the chair by the bed. Her long hair was braided and flowed
