NOAH’S POV

The car cruised through the heart of Crescent Moon Pack, weaving past its lively streets. I leaned halfway out the window, letting the breeze whip through my hair. Everything felt so… peaceful. Kids ran along the sidewalks, couples strolled hand in hand, and pack members waved enthusiastically as they spotted the royal crest on our car.

A soft smile tugged at my lips. For once, I felt safe. Like I belonged here. Like maybe, just maybe, this could be home.

But of course, that ...