Chapter 9

I sat on the edge of our bed that evening, my fingers hovering over my phone screen as James paced the luxurious hotel suite we'd booked for our Denver stay. The twins were already asleep in the adjoining room, their peaceful breathing a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my chest.

Chapter 10

I stared at the formal letter in my hands, the Silvermoon Pack seal gleaming in the morning light that streamed through our hotel suite windows. The parchment felt heavy, weighted with years of history and pain I'd fought so hard to leave behind.

"Thirty percent of Silvermoon Pack shar