Jack’s POV
The heavy oak doors of the dining room loomed ahead, the warm golden light spilling from underneath as voices and laughter echoed beyond them. I paused, adjusted the collar of my shirt, and inhaled slowly. The scent of roasted lamb, wine, and fresh herbs wrapped around me like a reminder of everything I was about to leave behind.
I stepped in.
The room fell into its usual picture of perfection. The grand table stretched almost the length of the hall, adorned with polished silverware and platters of steaming dishes. My father, ever the imposing figure even in his elder years, sat at the head. My mother beside him, graceful and beaming, pride glittering in her eyes.
Liam, my younger brother—the new golden boy of the pack—sat two seats down with Ava nestled against him like a q
