Lucy’s pov :
I paced my room restlessly after the call, the hairbrush forgotten on the dresser as my mind raced. Days had a strange way of slipping past when nothing dramatic happened, no explosive arguments with Grandpa, no tense pack meetings where Elias had to play the decisive alpha, no more of those heart-pounding moments where Naomi's quiet defiance clashed with his control.
Just a quiet routine settling into place: morning light filtering through the frost-kissed windows, Naomi humming softly while she tackled chores with that graceful efficiency of hers, Elias disappearing for hours into his study or out on patrols, only to return with that same unreadable calm etched on his face.
I told myself I liked the peace, it was a welcome change after the chaos of the failed enga
