POV: Colt

The border was quiet.

I stood at the edge of Darkhall territory with my hands shoved into my pockets and my breath rising in white clouds and my eyes fixed on the pack house in the distance. The sun was setting behind the trees and the sky was streaked with gold and pink and the air smelled of pine and earth and something I had not smelled in months.

Home.

I had not planned to come back.

I had walked away three weeks ago and I had not looked back. I had abdicated my title and left the territory and wandered through the neutral lands with nothing but...