The sun was high and bright when Leela and Fennigan finally emerged from the bedroom.
They walked down the main staircase of the Pack house, hands together between them and moving with such perfect, fluid synchronization that they were two wolves, two human counterparts that was now one linked soul.
The Dining Hall was already in full swing. The large room filled with wooden tables, clattering silverware, and the roar of a hundred overlapping conversations. The rich smell of bacon, coffee, and pancakes hung heavy in the air.
But the moment Leela and Fennigan stepped through the double doors, the noise didn't just taper off. It was severed.
Every head turned. Forks paused halfway to mouths.
The change in them was undeniable. It wasn't just that they looked rested; it was the sheer, he
