**Ravyn**
The convoy of three vehicles pulled into the Northern Pack territory just after dawn, dust swirling in the morning light as they came to a stop near the main lodge. Ravyn had been awake for hours, pacing the porch and checking the road every few minutes despite Grayson’s reassurances that the escort would bring her family safely.
Elena stepped out of the lead SUV first, her medical bag in one hand and a look of barely controlled amazement on her face. She’d never seen a werewolf community before—the rustic cabins nestled among the pines, the children already playing in the communal yard, the sense of organized purpose that hummed through the territory.
“This is… not what I expected,” she said as Ravyn rushed to embrace her.
“What did you expect?” Ravyn asked, breathing in her
