Chapter 167 Deserving

• George's POV
• I stood at the edge of the balcony, the chill of the night breeze brushing against my face. The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting a pale silver glow over the packhouse grounds. The night should have felt peaceful — after everything, it finally should have — but I couldn’t shake the restless energy stirring beneath my skin.
• It was over. Gerald and Edward were gone. Banished. Brittany and Rosina too. Everything that had torn at the pack’s foundation had finally been purged. We could breathe again.