We gather in the pack's dining hall for a well-deserved meal. The aroma of freshly cooked food fills the air, mingling with the sounds of laughter and conversation. The pack members chat animatedly, sharing stories from the day's training and bonding over their shared experiences.
As we settle at our usual table, I feel a sense of pride wash over me. Realizing it's radiating from the mate bond, I turn and find Tristan gazing at me lovingly. He squeezes my hand, his touch igniting sparks that dance up my arm. "You were amazing today, my love." He whispers into my ear. I kiss his lips and pour as much love into it as I can before we separate and take our seats.
"So, Autumn, when do you think you'll challenge Emilio to a shooting competition?" Dallas teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
