Chapter 7 — PRIDE
Evelyn’s POV
I woke slowly to the sound of curtains dancing in the wind.
For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was.
The bed beneath me was too soft, and the room was too warm.
The air was too fresh.
Then reality settled gently into place. I was at the packhouse with Alpha Raphael.
The strange new life I still couldn’t believe belonged to me.
I blinked sleepily toward the large windows, watching sunlight pour through the thin curtains in golden light. The breeze carried the scent of flowers and morning dew into the room, cool and clean against my skin.
I inhaled deeply and almost smiled.
Back at Aunt Agnes’ house, the air was never this fresh.
It was always thick with smoke from the firewood used for cooking. The walls constantly smelled faintly burnt, and dur
