“You really want to plant lavender here?” I asked, raising a brow as I looked at the stretch of earth Elias had pointed to.
He shrugged, tugging off his gloves. “It’s peaceful. You like lavender.”
“You noticed?”
“I notice everything about you, Lena.”
I looked away, warmth spreading across my cheeks. The battlefield behind us was quiet now, the air no longer thick with blood and growls. Just the low rustle of leaves and distant chatter from both packs as they worked side by side. The unthinkable had happened—Magnus had been defeated. His threat, his shadow, all of it finally buried beneath our feet.
Now came the hard part—rebuilding. Not just land and homes, but trust.
“Some of them still look at me like I’m the enemy,” I admitted, folding my arms. “Especially your people.”
“They’re
