Chapter 22

Victoria The penthouse suite transformed into an oasis of quiet after the thundering celebration of the Hunt Festival. Leo guided me through the door with his hand pressed possessively against the small of my back, his touch both comforting and commanding. I paused at the threshold, taking in the sweeping vista of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows—thousands of lights twinkling like earthbound stars beneath us. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Leo's voice rumbled close to my ear as he came up behind me, his arms encircling my waist. I nodded, unable to deny the breathtaking panorama. The Shadow Pack territory stretched before me—skyscrapers, residential districts, and in the distance, the dark outline of forests where the wolves had hunted tonight. To our right, the helicopter landing pad sat empty, a stark reminder of the power wielded by the man whose arms held me. "I didn't expect it to be so..." I searched for the word. "Vast?" Leo suggested. "Yours," I finished. "All of this belongs