Vera’s POV
Leaving the dining room, I felt the weight of the quiet breakfast ease slightly from my shoulders. Alpha Gideon’s calm presence stayed with me like a soft echo, but now the mansion’s walls felt too tight, too silent. I needed fresh air, a change of pace—something real.
Outside, the morning sun stretched its warm fingers through the trees. Birds called to each other, and a gentle breeze whispered through the leaves. For the first time in days, the world seemed alive and peaceful.
I started walking toward the training grounds, where some pack members were busy at work. I watched them for a moment—muscular men lifting heavy wood, women tying knots and repairing fences. Their faces were serious but kind.
Without thinking twice, I stepped forward and offered my help.
“Need a han
