Avery’s POV As Zane and I walked back toward the pack house, the atmosphere felt charged, the air thick with unspoken desires. The moon hung high above us, illuminating the path ahead as we exchanged glances filled with a mixture of anticipation and electricity. When we reached the entrance, the familiar warmth of the pack house enveloped us. The lively chatter and laughter from the living room carried a comforting energy, but I felt a magnetic pull toward the stairs, toward our shared sanctuary. Zane turned to me, his expression shifting from playful to serious in an instant. “Want to head up? I think we could use some more time alone.” His voice was low, laced with an inviting warmth that sent shivers down my spine. “Absolutely,” I replied, my heart racing at the thought of being alone with him. Hand in hand, we climbed the stairs, each step igniting the growing tension between us. Once we reached our room, Zane closed the door behind us, sealing off the rest of the world. The
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