CHAPTER NINETEEN
The ground is firm and cool beneath my feet as I hammer in the final stake, securing the corner of our makeshift home. The River Pack grounds are a canvas of scorched trees and logs, with the river's melody playing softly in the background. We work quickly, the sun still high but eager to kiss the horizon. Around me, the pack moves with a familiar rhythm; Alex, just a few paces away, shakes out a tent before laying it flat on the ground.
"Need a hand?" His voice carries over the buzz of activity, brown hair falling into his striking blue eyes.
I straighten up, brushing a rogue strand of honey blonde hair from my face. "I've got it, thanks." I don't miss the way his gaze lingers, a mixture of concern and something else, something that makes my heart race just a little bi
