ANNABEL’S POV
Returning to the familiar embrace of the Diamond Pack territory felt both grounding and surreal. Thomas, my anchor in this supernatural whirlwind, was there waiting for me. As our eyes met, he rushed toward me, pulling me into a tight, reassuring hug. The warmth of his presence enveloped me, offering solace after the unsettling revelations and losses.
His lips met mine in a gentle but fervent kiss—a testament to the relief and concern etched across his face. The strength of his arms around me spoke volumes, a silent promise that we would face whatever challenges lay ahead together.
"Are you okay?" Thomas whispered, his voice a comforting melody.
I nodded, unable to articulate the complexities of the recent events. Instead, I allowed myself to be led by him, trusting that
