Kiera's P.O.V.
City life was nothing like the wild, sprawling forests of the pack’s territory. Instead of towering trees and moonlit runs beneath the stars, there were tall buildings, bustling streets, and the ever-present hum of human life moving around us. It was a different kind of energy—constant, unrelenting—but it wasn’t unpleasant.
Our townhouse sat at the end of a quiet street, far removed from the city’s busiest districts. The structure was modest but elegant, with stone accents and ivy creeping up the side, making it feel a little like home. It was meant to be temporary, just a safe haven while we figured out the next steps.
Inside, the space felt cozy, warm. The furniture was simple but comfortable, the kind that invited you to sit and stay a while. Damian had been meticulous
