The moment Liana stepped into the packhouse, the weight of Silver Star Pack closed around her like a memory she hadn’t asked to revisit. Although she knew she was safe this time around and definitely stronger, she couldn't help but shudder at her memories.
Ugh. If not for Drew, I wouldn't have wanted to return.
The walls hummed faintly with pack magic, protective enchantments layered over generations. The scent of wolves, familiar, sharp, and territorial, brushed against her senses, some curious, some wary, some openly resentful. With a sigh, she realised that it was probably due to the presence of the pack's council. Jason squeezed her shoulder reassuringly and guided her into the corridors.
Ahead of them, Drew was walking toward his office, posture rigid, strides precise. Liana's eyes
