Damon's POV
The pack house felt like it was finally breathing again, the weight of the recent chaos settling into something more manageable—if not entirely comfortable. My footsteps echoed against the polished wood floors as I walked through the halls, memories of growing up here weaving with the new reality of what this place now represented.
This house had always been a sanctuary, but now it felt different. The walls weren’t just mine anymore—they carried the ghosts of Aria’s past. Her history with this pack, with my family, was woven into every corner, and it was impossible to ignore.
Drake was already thriving. He was practically bouncing off the walls as he reunited with familiar faces, slipping back into pack life with the kind of ease only he could pull off. I paused near the sta
