COMMANDER NOLAN’S POV
I had been standing in the shadows for what felt like hours, watching Violet.
She moved through the pack like she owned it, breathing life back into streets I hadn’t realized had grown stale without her laughter.
Her scent reached me first… warm, sharp, and impossibly familiar. It struck me like a memory, haunting and relentless, pulling me back to our teenage days in school.
She was still the same. Always helping everyone, just like she did back then.
I had been good at war, but not long walks or exercise. My legs ached, my patience thinning. When she started moving again, clearly intending to keep walking, I finally spoke.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “Planning to walk the whole pack until you get lost, Luna?”
I let out a slow breath.
“Because
