Chapter 237

Alpha Gideon’s Pov

It was five in the morning when I woke up.

The pack house was dead quiet, that heavy, unsettling kind of silence that comes before dawn, when even the night creatures have gone to sleep and the wind itself seems to stand still.

The air was cold, sharp against my skin, but I didn’t mind. I’d long grown used to the cold. It was a constant companion, much like grief.

I slipped into