The dining room was bathed in soft candlelight, the glow flickering gently against the polished silverware and fine china. Stella sat beside me, radiant in a beautiful dress, her gentle laughter occasionally mingling harmoniously with the low murmur of conversation around the table. My parents sat opposite us, their faces relaxed and genuinely happy—a rare and treasured moment.
I savored the atmosphere, appreciating the ease of the evening and the comfort that came with being surrounded by family. Our conversation flowed effortlessly from pack matters to playful banter, every exchange warming the room with intimacy and joy.
Adrianna's gentle voice caught my attention, pulling me from my reverie. "Have you all heard? Hattie is back at the packhouse. She and Brooks seem to have reconciled.
