The fire crackled in Grandmother's hearth, casting a warm glow across the weathered floorboards of her cabin. I inhaled deeply, savoring the comforting scent of oranges and herbs that always lingered in the air. This place, tucked away in the dense forest that bordered our pack's village, felt more like home than anywhere else in the world.
I disliked my parent's home, I never felt comfortable under the weight of their expectations and constant disappointment.
Here…I was simply a young boy with many years ahead of him. Not the future Beta of a pack I am meant to rule.
"Elias, kindly get off your ass and fetch me the thyme from the garden?" My grandmother's voice called out from the kitchen, where she was busy preparing our evening meal.
She cooked in excess whenever I came over even
