Chapter 60
Lenora
It's been two weeks since we left the pack—two weeks since my father left this world.
I stand at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, staring out at the city lights scattered like jewels across the dark. They glitter and pulse, alive in a way the quiet, snow-blanketed nights of White Stone never were.
I'm definitely not in White Stone anymore.
There's a beauty to this place. A different kind of beauty—restless, untamed, electric. I can see why he loved it here.
This is Cameron's high-rise, all the way up in the clouds. The drop below makes my stomach sway, and my wolf paces inside me, tail low and uneasy. But I've learned to stand here without flinching.
It's strange—grief feels like that too. The first time it knocks you off your feet, you can't breathe. But if you stay long enough, you find a way to stand again.
Still… the ache hasn't left. It just waits, curling in my ribs.
