CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The moon hangs like a silver guardian over the Pine Pack's territory as I make my way back to the home I share with Mark, the Alpha of our pack and my new husband. The cool night air carries the scent of pine and a hint of frost that is fast approaching with the turn of the season.
"Out for an evening stroll?" Mark's voice, deep and resonant, breaks the silence as he steps from the shadow of our porch, his dark hair and brown eyes blending into the night until his presence is nearly as natural as the trees themselves.
"Couldn't sleep," I murmur, tucking a strand of honey blonde hair behind my ear. My eyes, reflecting the green hues of the forest, meet his gaze steadily. "The woods are peaceful at night."
He nods, but his expression is unreadable—a mask of the stoic lead
