Chapter 78

KNOX'S POV The morning sunlight streamed through my office window, catching dust motes in its golden rays as I watched Aubrey across the room. She studied a map of pack territories pinned to the wall, her copper hair gleaming like polished pennies, and I couldn't help but notice how her emerald blouse complemented her eyes. My wolf stirred contentedly within me every time she glanced my way, her looks growing longer and more meaningful with each passing day. The change in her scent spoke volumes—sweet honey tinged with anticipation and something deeper, more primal. A stack of reports sat unopened on my desk, their red-flagged edges warning of their urgency. But for now, they could wait. This moment, watching her trace pack boundary lines with her fingertip, felt more important than any crisis demanding my attention. My office, usually a place of strategy and duty, was transformed by her presence. Even the normal scents of leather and wood seemed warmer, more inviting. "These territori