Grayson’s POV

The Ice Moon Pack’s castle was always so quiet, the post-snow forest blanketed in silver, air crisp with pine needles and frost. I stood at the study’s floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at distant peaks, hot coffee in hand, but my mind swirled with Elin. Her eyes, sapphire-clear yet storm-hidden; her smile, soft but barbed, pricking my heart. Saving her on the rooftop, that moment she tumbled into my arms—my pulse had stuttered. Not an Alpha’s guard instinct—love. ...