Chapter 10 - The Unbreakable PackThat evening, the sun dipped below the Manhattan skyline, painting the sky in brilliant shades of violet, gold, and deep amber.
The heavy oak doors of the mansion stood wide open, letting the cool spring breeze sweep through the grand foyer without fear. The ghosts of the past—the syndicate wars, the frozen shelter cages, the silent years of grief—were finally laid to rest, buried under a new life built on loyalty, survival, and fierce, unyielding love.
Inside the sprawling living room, Lily sat curled up on the oversized velvet sofa, a favorite storybook resting open across her lap. Rusty lay stretched out directly across her shins like a heavy, living blanket, his amber eyes half-closed in absolute bliss as he dozed in the warm evening light.
Vincent and I stood in the archway, watching them from the shadows.
Without a word, Vincent slid his hand across the mahogany trim of the doorframe until his fingers brushed against mine. I didn't pull away. Instead, I let my hand slip into his, feeling the warmth of his scarred knuckles interlocked with mine.
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In a world ruled by power, shadows, and violence, we had found something much rarer. We had found a family.
And as Rusty let out a soft, contented snore that echoed gently through the quiet room, I knew that no matter what storms rolled into Manhattan next, our pack was unbreakable.
