LYLA
I never imagined I'd enjoy the dance, yet there I was, laughing as the women pulled me along, guiding me, then leaving me in the center while they circled and danced around me. For the first time, I felt accepted. Welcome. Like I truly belonged in the pack.
When the dance ended, I thanked them warmly, feeling light as they dispersed.
My line of sight gently shifted to my husband, who was deep in conversation with a man nearly identical in stature, tall, with long dark hair, dressed in a fitted black suit.
Everything about him screamed he was a relative, from the hair to the height, the tailored suit, to the choice of color. One of Zephyr's uncles, without a doubt.
Feeling a little parched from the energetic dance, I picked up an empty cup and walked over to a table with a large
