Naomi’s pov :
I stood by the kitchen window, stirring a pot of chamomile tea on the stove, the steam rising in lazy curls that carried the soothing herbal scent through the room.
The mansion was quiet tonight, save for the distant tick of the grandfather clock in the hall and the soft patter of rain against the panes. Lucy had retreated to her room earlier, buzzing about her dinner with Ronan, her cheeks were flushed when she returned home, eyes sparkling in a way that made me smile.
She'd gushed about how gentle he was, how he called it a date and shocked her into laughter. It was sweet seeing her like that, a budding romance cutting through the pack's heavy politics. But now, with the house settling into evening hush, my thoughts turned to Elias.
I didn't know when it had s
