Chapter 185. Marked

Issahil's POV

As the carriage rattled over the cobblestone path leading to Cloudfall pack, I leaned into Matthias’ side, enjoying the warmth he was exuding and the sense of security being in his arms gave me.

The night air was cool, and the full moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery light over the dense forest that surrounded us. The journey from my pack wasn't a long one and we soon arrived at Cloudfall pack where we were received with cheers, applauds and joyous shouts of celebration. 

Matthias’ hand tightened around mine, his thumb brushing gently over my knuckles as he helped me down from the carriage after him.

“We are home, love,” he spoke in a voice so soft it caressed my eardrums.

Home. It was weird how this place had been the first place I had thought of as home after fleeing the Nightshade pack back then. It had been home to me back then and now, it was truly my home in all ramifications. 

My heart swe