Irene's POV
The Dark Hollows members treated us like royalty.
Within hours of our arrival, they had prepared a private cottage near the main stronghold. It was modest compared to the Pack house back home, but every detail spoke of care. Fresh linens on the beds. Wildflowers arranged in clay vases. A fire already burning in the hearth.
"The princess and her family should be comfortable," the elder had said. "This is your home now. For as long as you wish to stay."
Her family.
The words echoed in my mind as I watched Carl and Karin race through the cottage, claiming beds and exploring every corner.
"This one's mine!" Carl shouted from the smaller bedroom.
"No fair, I wanted that one!" Karin chased after him.
Their laughter filled the space. Bright. Carefree. As if we hadn't been ambu
