Elena’s POV
The pack grounds thrummed with life, a heartbeat of joy and energy resonating in the air. Laughter rippled like a melody through the crowd, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic rustle of towering pines swaying under a gentle breeze. Wolves, in their human forms, sparred with one another easily—playful punches met with wide grins and the occasional burst of laughter.
Children darted between them, their high-pitched squeals of delight painting the scene in vivid colors. For everyone else, this was home: familiar, safe, and full of belonging. For me, it felt like a forgotten language, one I wasn’t sure I still knew how to speak. After all, I hadn’t been here in three years.
London walked beside me, his pace steady and deliberate, as if guiding me through something fragile. The
