Third person POV:
By the time Selena entered the dining hall, everyone was already seated.
The long oak table was lined with familiar faces — senior pack members, advisers, Denver’s mother at her usual place, and Christopher seated midway down the right side.
Denver sat at the head.
The seat to his right was empty.
Waiting.
Conversation softened when Selena stepped inside.
“Good morning,” she said calmly.
A few voices echoed the greeting. Polite. Neutral.
She took the seat beside Denver without hesitation. He did not speak, but his posture shifted almost imperceptibly — as though something had settled into its proper place.
Christopher noticed how gracefully Selena carried herself.
He had expected timidity and awkwardness, but there was none.
Breakfast resumed, light conversa
