One month had passed since Athena was accepted by the entire Silvermoon Pack. Although not all wary stares had completely vanished, she could feel a significant shift. The whispers behind her back had stopped. In their place were small, polite smiles. Some pack members even spoke to her now. A few even offered her food or lent a hand with her chores in the packhouse.
That afternoon, after completing her duties in the kitchen and organizing supplies in the main hall, she found herself walking toward the training field. Silently, she took her usual spot under the shade of a large tree, just as she used to do back in Ravenclaw to observe the warriors in training.
But today, something felt different.
She was lighter, less tense. More at ease. This place… it was starting to feel like
