The pack house corridors seemed quieter than usual when Diana entered, though she knew that was likely only because her own senses were sharpened.
Everything felt… heightened.
Every step she took echoed more distinctly against the polished stone floors. Every scent—wood, leather, faint traces of food from the kitchens, the clean sharpness of recently scrubbed surfaces—seemed louder, more layered.
Every glance from passing pack members lingered just a second longer.
Not out of suspicion.
But awareness.
Respect.
Curiosity.
They could feel it too.
Something was different.
A servant bowed deeply as she passed. Two warriors immediately stepped aside, lowering their heads in acknowledgment of their Luna. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear the rhythmic clash of training—blows lan
