The moon cast silver shadows across my bedroom as I sat by the window, wrapped in a soft blanket. It was well past midnight, but sleep evaded me. My conversation with Gideon kept replaying in my mind.
*"You're not just some omega wolf cowering in the corner anymore. You're a Vance."*
I traced my fingers along the cool glass, watching the trees sway gently in the night breeze. The Storm Crest territory was beautiful at night, peaceful in a way Silver Moon Pack had never been for me. Here, I'd found safety. Purpose. Maybe even belonging.
A sudden movement outside caught my attention. Something—no, someone—was scaling the side of my apartment building. My heart leaped into my throat as I recognized the broad shoulders and dark hair.
Rhys Knight was climbing up to my window.
