The transition from the battered, industrial mountain climber to Elana’s luxury armored SUV was like stepping from a war zone into a sanctuary. The heated leather seats, the soft air suspension, and the quiet hum of the engine were a balm to Leela’s exhausted body.
While Finnegan and Jax stayed behind in the biting cold to wrestle the damaged climber into the lower garage and secure the gear, Elana didn't waste a second. She drove the "girls" and the babies straight to the main Pack House, bypassing the clinic entirely. She knew what Leela needed wasn't fluorescent lights and sterile tiles; she needed the Alpha floor, high-thread-count sheets, and the smell of home.
It took Finnegan and Jax nearly an hour to secure the climber and log the damage. By the time they walked through the heavy
