Chapter 129

Third Person

As he neared the borders of the Silver Moon Pack, the scent of pine and earth mingled in the night air. Silas wondered how Chastity was holding up, both as a leader and as a mate. The vulnerability of her position echoed in his mind—a wolf without her alpha mate, facing impending threats from both the vampire council and the rogues.

As Chastity led him to the pack house after they met in their usual meeting place, Silas couldn't help but notice the weariness in her eyes. They approached her office as his keen senses picked up on the sounds of activity within. The presence of the pack members, their emotions, and the lingering tension that hung in the air were all palpable to his heightened vampire senses. He moved with deliberate steps, following his mate with a blend of caution and determination.

"Chastity," Silas began, his tone gentle and apologetic. "I want to express my sincere apologies for asking you to come here. I know how cha