The drive back to the pack house was quiet, but it wasn’t the kind of silence that felt awkward or heavy. Instead, it was peaceful—a shared understanding between Amber and Dominic after an evening of good food, laughter, and the rare chance to forget about the complications of their lives. The warm glow of the restaurant still lingered, the atmosphere so different from the tense meetings and endless discussions about her transformation and what it might mean.
Amber looked over at Dominic as he drove, the low hum of the engine filling the space between them. His strong hands gripped the steering wheel, his profile illuminated by the moonlight that filtered through the trees as they headed back toward the pack house. She felt lighter, more relaxed, as though the weight she had been carrying
