Milla Will POV
I chant silently in my head, recognizing this place despite Austin rarely allowing me to leave the room. The scent, the atmosphere, it all feels so familiar, more vivid than my own pack and house.
It's strange yet comforting, like experiencing something for the first time while also feeling a sense of belonging. I remember this entire pack house so clearly, as if I've tried to etch every detail into my memory during the rare occasions Austin let me explore.
I wanted to capture everything in one go, ensuring no single detail escaped me. That's how vivid my memories are.
"Are you alright, Milla?" Ethna's voice brought me back to reality.
"Of course, don't worry. I'm perfectly fine," I replied, pushing aside the overwhelming flood of memories that had momentarily consumed
