The next day began like any other, quiet and tense in the pack house. I pressed my face against the glass of the window, peeking out to see most of the male pack members gathered outside. Their presence was unmistakable, a sudden assembly caused by Dwight’s urgent summons. Even Hans and Dione were among them, leaving the responsibility of guarding me to Alex and Evan, who now had the task of ensuring I remained safely within my room.
I lowered the curtain slightly and turned my attention to my two companions. They were bickering softly over some trivial disagreement, their voices mingling in a constant murmur. Yet, despite their squabbles, they never truly left each other’s side. It reminded me painfully of my late best friends—those who had once filled my days with laughter and warmth. I
