ANNABEL’S POV
I glance at my daughter Serena and my mate Thomas engrossed in a lively game of charades in the living room. Their laughter and playful banter create a warm ambiance that momentarily lifts the lingering shadows from the recent tumultuous events in our pack. I decide to join them, grabbing a bowl of freshly popped popcorn from the kitchen.
As I settle onto the couch, Thomas attempts an animated charade, contorting his face in a comical expression. Serena giggles, attempting to decipher the puzzle he presents. The sight warms my heart, offering a fleeting respite from the weight of leadership that we carry.
"Come on, Dad! You can do better than that," Serena teases, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Thomas grins, accepting the challenge, and launches into another round of ex
