Alessia:
I didn’t realize how tightly my chest had been wound until we crossed the pack gates.
The moment we were home, something inside me loosened, just a little. Not fully. Not yet. But enough for me to breathe.
And the fact that I was starting to call it home told me a lot about how safe I felt here.
Alexander’s hand rested at the small of my back as we walked inside, steady and grounding. The scent of the pack wrapped around us, familiar and heavy, but for once it didn’t feel suffocating. It felt… cautious. Waiting.
I was still absorbing the weight of the shopping bags in my hands, tiny clothes folded with care, soft fabrics meant for a life that didn’t even know how dangerous the world could be, when Sienna’s voice echoed down the hall.
“Both of you,” she called, warmth threade
