The dining hall buzzed with voices, laughter, and the occasional clinking of cutlery against plates. For the first time since joining the pack, I felt truly at ease among them. They weren’t just Maeve’s family—they had become mine. And with each passing day, that bond grew stronger, making me realize just how much I’d give to protect them.
But as I sat there, feeling the warmth of Maeve’s hand in mine, a wave of doubt washed over me. They were all fighters, trained from birth to defend, to lead, to conquer. And me? I was just… me. Sure, I had some new abilities thanks to Maeve’s bite, but was that really enough?
Maeve’s gaze drifted to me, her green eyes filled with a warmth that melted away my insecurities, even if just for a moment. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, as if sensing the
