Aria's POV
The morning light filtered through the windows as I towel-dried my hair, already feeling the warmth of the day settling in. The quiet buzz of life in the pack house was a comforting hum in the background—voices drifting faintly from downstairs, the occasional sound of someone moving about. It felt normal. And normal was something I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
I slipped into a soft dress and looked at myself in the mirror. Everything felt surreal. This was my life now—this place, this pack, this... family. I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around how we’d ended up here, but I was determined to make it work.
Damon walked into the room, running a hand through his still-damp hair, his shirt half-buttoned in that way he always managed to make look effortless. His eyes cau
