Veronica POV
Veronica looked around in quiet awe as she placed a freshly arranged vase of flowers onto one of the long tables. The contractor had outdone himself—the new dining hall was nothing short of beautiful.
Last minute, she’d decided to keep the original packhouse, connecting the dining hall to it with a sunlit corridor. At first, she’d wanted to tear it all down—wipe away every trace of Alaric and the pain he caused. But after walking its halls for what felt like the hundredth time, she'd realized: this place didn’t have to stay haunted. It could become a home again.
As she reached the main hall, the sound of footsteps and laughter echoed all around her. Warriors and elite warriors carried boxes through the doors, while pups ran ahead of them, giggling and tumbling over one anot
