The days after Natasha’s banishment felt like the first true sunrise after a long, suffocating night. With the iridescent scent of the Siren's Pull scrubbed from the halls and the woman herself stripped of her borrowed authority, the pack house finally began to breathe again.
Ethan moved them temporarily back to the heart of the pack territory, away from the offices and the corporate shadow of Voss Dynamics. He woke before dawn each morning now, but the urgency had shifted. He was no longer buried under mountain-high council reports or jagged patrol schedules. Instead, he found himself in the kitchen, reclaiming the simple, sacred roles he had nearly let slip away.
He made breakfast with a focused, quiet devotion. He learned the rhythm of her morning again: scrambled eggs with extra ch
