Vorian POV
A week had passed, and the mood in the packhouse still hung low, like a heavy fog no one could quite shake off.
Work was getting done more than usual, actually but there was a muted quality to everyone’s energy. A kind of meh vibe that made the air feel stale. Maybe today would change that. We had a Christmas gift exchange and a day planned together, and if anything could pull the pack out of its slump, it was food, laughter, and presents.
Kavira had been keeping herself busy either tucked at her desk sketching or sprawled across the couch with her notebook in her lap. The problem was, she was far too distracting. If I wasn’t staring at her outright, I was listening to her hum, her voice so clear and warm it curled around my thoughts and pulled me away from work.
In just the
