The grand doors of the Ironfang Pack House opened with a creak, and the moment Amber and Dominic stepped inside, the weight of the building’s history hit her. High ceilings, rustic wooden beams, and stone walls surrounded them, exuding an air of strength, tradition, and power. But what caught her off guard was the immediate warmth she felt—not just from the glowing fire in the massive hearth but from the two people standing at the foot of the staircase, waiting for them.
Dominic's parents.
Amber tensed, her fingers tightening around Dominic’s hand, but before she could even process her anxiety, Nancy Black, Dominic’s mother, stepped forward with a wide, welcoming smile. “You must be Amber,” she said, her voice soft but firm, much like her son’s. She was a beautiful woman, her gray-streak
