Ethan's POVBy the time Marcus and I returned to the pack, the sun had already begun its slow descent beyond the trees. The gates came into view, but instead of feeling like home, they reminded me of everything I had nearly lost.I stepped out of the vehicle, expecting the evening to end quietly. Instead, I found my grandfather standing in front of the pack house.His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture as straight as ever despite his age. He looked as though he had been waiting for me.Marcus bowed his head respectfully to him. Grandfather acknowledged him with a slight nod before his sharp gaze settled on me."So," he said after a long silence, "it seems you're finally coming back to your senses."A faint smile tugged at my lips. "I suppose I am."He studied me for another moment, searching my face for any sign that I was lying. Grandfather had always been able to see through people, especially me. There had been times as a child when I thought he could read minds. Appare
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