Leela reached out, her fingers squeezing Able’s forearm with a gentle strength that seemed to ground the trembling Alpha. "You look like you’ve walked half the continent on nothing but sheer willpower, Able. Sit. Please." She gestured toward the heavy, rustic wooden table that anchored the kitchen. "Ginny, let’s get them some of those muffins—the ones with the extra berries—and some real, hearty food. They’re running on empty."
As the Whisper-Wind wolves slumped into the chairs with audible sighs of weary gratitude, the aroma of bacon and fresh bread beginning to fill the air, Leela caught Fennigan’s gaze. She didn't say a word, just tilted her head toward the sunroom—a glass-walled sanctuary that looked out over the sprawling Blackwood valley.
He followed her, his stride heavy, his brow
