Life after the treaty was strange.
Elara woke each morning in her loft bed, the cabin quiet and warm. Below, she would find Kael and Lucian already awake, bickering over breakfast or arguing about territory boundaries or competing for her attention. It was chaotic. It was exhausting. It was everything she'd never known she wanted.
The first week was the hardest.
Kael refused to let Lucian near the cabin without supervision. Lucian refused to acknowledge Kael's authority. They circled each other like predators, their truce fragile and easily broken.
Elara watched them from the kitchen, sipping her coffee, wondering how she'd ended up here.
"You two need to stop," she said finally. "This is ridiculous."
Kael growled. "He started it."
"I merely suggested that wolf territory should be e
