Fey woke to the faint sound of birdsong drifting through the open window. The morning sunlight poured into her room, casting warm streaks across the polished wood floors. The Pack house felt deceptively peaceful. Outside, the dense woods swayed in the breeze, their fiery autumn hues painting the world in shades of red and gold.
She stretched, wincing at the dull ache in her shoulders. The weight of her responsibilities had been pressing harder than ever. Bishop was gone, but his shadow still lingered. Bernard. She still had to find the bastard. No one was able to find him. Yet.
Fey huffed as she ran her fingers through her hair before getting up to get dressed to face the day.
Changing into a white long sleeved tight shirt, grey sweatpants, and white sneakers she jogged her way down t
