Victoria
The morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of our bedroom, rousing me from a deep, contented sleep. Leo's side of the bed was already empty, but still warm—he hadn't been gone long. A note on his pillow caught my attention: "Early meeting with the neighboring pack. Tiny will drive you to Port Willows. I'll see you tonight, my Luna." His signature was followed by a simple sketch of a wolf that made me smile.
My wolf, Ava, stretched lazily within me. *Another day of Luna lessons,* she commented, not entirely enthusiastic but resigned. The bond between us was strengthening daily, her voice becoming clearer in my mind.
After showering and dressing in a modest dress that hugged my curves without being provocative.I made my way downstairs. Tiny was waiting in the foy
