"Alpha, the table is set," Anna's mother called out, wiping her hands on her apron.
Jared stepped out of the room, his gaze sharp despite the early morning haze. His muscles tensed instinctively, always alert, even in the quiet moments. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread drifted through the air, mixing with the crisp scent of the forest just beyond the open windows.
Georgia was already there, placing a plate down with practiced ease, her movements smooth but distant. Her long hair was loosely tied back, a few strands slipping free to frame her face. She didn't look up, her focus fixed on the task at hand, but there was a stiffness in her posture one he knew all too well.
Something was wrong.
His wolf stirred. She hadn't looked at him once.
Seraphina,
