Willow POV
The town was slowly coming to life around me. A man in a reflective vest unlocked the door to what looked like a hardware store, while farther down the street someone rolled up the metal grate over a bakery window. The smell of fresh bread drifted through the air, mixing with the faint bite of the early morning cold. A woman walked past me with a golden retriever on a leash; the dog trotted beside her, tail wagging happily. There were no patrol wolves, no watchful pack members. Just ordinary people starting an ordinary day.
The lights turned on inside the cute little bookstore as I passed by. The front window was filled with a cozy chair and a table full of books that screamed, "Curl up and read the day away." I smiled as I realized the name of the bookstore was just that—Cur
