Golden rays of sun filtered through the trailer window, dancing over the blueprints of the new pack house. Zoriana was home, and for a moment, the weight of the Royal Summit felt like a distant fever dream.
“The training schedule has been updated, and the pack grounds will be completed within a month,” Braydon reported, his voice filled with steady pride. “And... besides the warriors who found mates in the Shadow Fang pack, six rogues have requested to join us. We are checking their backgrounds now.”
Zoriana beamed. “Well done, Braydon. How are the new pack members adjusting?”
“Fantastic. You’ll taste their work at lunch,” Braydon winked. “Mounia is a godsend. She’s everywhere—kitchen, construction, training. Did you know she was a physician in her old pack? We officially have a doctor,
