The night was serene, the cool breeze carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers, but Cassandra’s words from earlier lingered heavily in my mind. As I wandered through the garden, I saw Ryan waiting at his usual spot, his silver-white fur shimmering faintly under the moonlight. He looked up expectantly, tail wagging in anticipation.
I decided to fetch some of his favorite treats, hoping it would help me relax as well. Ryan had grown so much over the past couple of years—no longer the timid pup he once was, but a confident and energetic young wolf. Yet, his enthusiasm whenever I saw him remained unchanged, something I found both endearing and reassuring.
Returning with the food, I noticed a figure perched high on a nearby tree branch. Idris.
He sat quietly with his back against the t
