Theron
A gentle warmth enveloped my heart as my gaze lingered on my mate and our daughter, Ember, nestled in her mother's embrace. They exuded such tranquility, a rarity when awake. Our plan to return to the pack tomorrow had shifted due to pressing matters.
It seemed for the best; the persistent discord between Lexus's son and my dear daughter made every moment a headache. Ember, a year older than Salvatore, refused to yield despite their differences. She's utterly unlike her mother.
"Are we close, Theo?" Hope asked, her eyes still closed.
"Almost. I'll wake you up when we've arrived."
Daze Mountain is a little far from Silverclaw, but since it was Ember's wish to visit, we obliged. I'm not sure how or where she learned about that place; perhaps it was from her school. Daze Mountain
