Elara's Perspective
Pack encircled us, wolves melting into human forms under the canopy's dappled glow—fur receding, bodies emerging bare and unashamed. Laughter rippled through them, voices husky from the run, skin glistening with night dew. I clung to Kael's side, eyes fixed skyward on twinkling stars, cheeks burning as forms shifted around us. So much... exposure. Natural for them, mortifying for me. His arm anchored my waist, a silent shield, thumb tracing soothing circles on my hip through fabric.
"Eyes up here, little one," a packmate teased lightly, voice warm with amusement. Murmurs of agreement followed, no malice—just pack ease I envied. Dorian's deep chuckle boomed ahead, Seraphina's melodic laugh weaving through. We trudged back, earth soft underfoot, my skirt straightened bu
