Late that night, the private jet touched down on Ashstone Pack territory.Through the window, I saw a tall figure standing at the end of the runway.Even in the dark, I could feel the steady pressure of a powerful Alpha.The plane stopped and the door opened."Calista."The man walked forward, his voice deep and strong.He looked to be in his fifties, with silvering temples and sharp, profound eyes.This was the Alpha of the Ashstone Pack—Jaxon."Welcome home," he said, skipping the pleasantries and offering his hand.I took it, feeling a warmth I hadn't felt in a long time.Not the heat of a mate, but a deep resonance in my blood."Let's go. There's a lot to tell you."He led me to an SUV, which drove smoothly along a mountain road.Outside, forests and mountains stretched on forever, moonlight spilling over the treetops. Everything was quiet and sacred."This place is different from where you came from," Jaxon said as he drove. "The Ashstone Pack doesn't care for luxury. We believe i
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