Lyra’s POV
I had to admit, Jadis was trying really hard to fit in.
Over the past week, she’d thrown herself into pack life with genuine enthusiasm. She helped in the kitchens, tended the herb gardens, and even volunteered for the less pleasant tasks like mending hunting gear and organizing the supply storage. Everyone loved her, she was sweet, hardworking, and had this infectious laugh that could brighten anyone’s day.
So why did I still feel like something was… off?
“Lyra, could you pass the rosemary?” Jadis asked from across the kitchen counter where we were preparing healing salves for the pack’s medicine stores.
“Sure,” I said, sliding the jar over to her. “You’re really good at this. Where did you learn?”
“My grandmother,” she said with a soft smile, carefully measuring the herb
