Silas’s POV:
I sat in the boardroom at Blackwood Tower, Lucas droning on about the latest developments in the mole investigation. We had a new lead, something about a suspicious transaction linked to one of our lower-ranking pack members. Normally, this would have my full attention, but today, my mind kept drifting.
Back to the packhouse.
Back to *her*.
Hayden was there, and for the first time since my parents’ death, I felt like that was where I belonged. The packhouse wasn’t just a place anymore—it was home. Because she was there.
I couldn’t shake the image of her from this morning: the way she’d laughed when I teased her, the way her cheeks flushed when I got too close. She was still hesitant, still figuring things out, but every moment with her felt like a step forward.
