Bella’s P.O.V.
The sky had begun to dim into hues of amber and plum, the last golden rays of the evening sun stretching across the Blue Moon Pack territory like soft silk. A calmness lingered in the air, one of those rare peaceful evenings that carried the promise of hope. After our late snack - c*m - early dinner at my house, Aiden, Rachel, Blake, and I returned to the pack house. I felt better—physically, yes, but also emotionally. A meal shared with my siblings had reminded me of the warmth that still existed in our chaotic world.
As we approached the grand white pack house, the warmth emanating from its heart was palpable. Lights glowed from its windows like fireflies trapped in glass, and the scent of freshly bloomed jasmine wafted through the night air.
We stepped inside to the si
