The pack did not slow after Elowen left.
It adjusted.
Like a body shifting weight from one leg to the other, finding balance in a new stance.
Lila noticed it first in the healer’s den.
Where Elowen once moved quietly between shelves and patients, now two younger wolves filled the space, careful and eager, following notes Elowen had left behind in tidy script.
“She organized everything,” Mara said with a soft smile. “Even labeled the jars we kept forgetting.”
Lila ran her fingers over one of the tags.
Mountain feverleaf — stronger, use half.
Elowen had already started bringing the outside world home.
Lyra handled the absence loudly, as expected.
She declared every evening “Letter Watch Hour,” sitting on the steps with exaggerated seriousness, staring at the path like a guard on ro
