CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The clinking of cutlery and the low murmur of conversations fade behind me as I slip out onto the moonlit terrace, needing a moment away from the pack's communal dinner. The cool night air brushes against my skin, whispering secrets of the forest that stretches beyond our territory. I lean against the railing, closing my eyes and letting the scents of home ease the tension in my shoulders.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" Kyle's voice, smooth as the river stones we used to collect as kids, pulls me back to reality.
I don't have to open my eyes to know he's there—close enough for me to sense the warmth radiating from his body. "It is," I say, finally looking at him. Even in the dim light, I can make out the familiar contours of his face, the way his brown hair falls just so o
