Chapter 17: Protectiveness
(Aspen's POV)
The heavy oak doors of the Wintercrest pack house creaked open as Ethan and I stepped inside. A chill swept through me, not from the late evening air but from the unmistakable presence waiting for us.
Luna Serena stood in the center of the entrance hall, her aura filling every corner. The soft glow of her silver-threaded robes did little to temper the rage simmering beneath her strikingly calm exterior. Her eyes, normally warm and soothing, were blazing with a level of controlled fury I had only seen warriors wield.
Ethan froze beside me. His steps faltered, and his breath hitched audibly. He must’ve felt it too—the overwhelming maternal wrath emanating from our mother. I kept my expression carefully neutral, though internally, my wolf shift
