Stephanie's POV

The soft hum of the private jet faded behind us as we returned to the pack grounds under the cover of night.

Gregory had made arrangements for a silent arrival. No one was to be alerted.

The warriors at the gates gave a respectful nod as our car glided past, and the pack house loomed into view.

We were back earlier than planned.

Our couple’s getaway had been cut short due to a rogue attack.

Gregory’s head warrior had called him in a panic while we were at dinner, and there was no hesitation in his eyes when he told me we had to leave.

I understood, even...