Bella's P.O.V.
Returning home felt surreal. As they stepped in the driveway, the late afternoon sun bathed the pack house in a golden hue. The familiarity of it—the slightly crooked wind chime near the porch, the distant laughter of pups playing across the training grounds, the scent of earth and pine—wrapped around Bella like a blanket.
Aiden, Rachel, and Blake stepped out with her, offering quiet support. None of them spoke much on the way. Words felt unnecessary. Their presence alone was enough.
As Bella stepped inside, the sounds of playful chaos greeted her. Within seconds, three miniature tornados came bounding down the hallway.
"MOMMY!" the voices chimed in unison.
Winston, Liam, and Theo—the triplets.
All three years old, wide-eyed, and bubbling with joy. The sound of their p
