Calla's Perspective
The morning after the pack meeting, Maya and I sat in the back of Thorne's truck as he drove us back to Aunt Iris's cottage, our conversation subdued by the weight of everything that had happened. Two Moonveil warriors followed in a second vehicle, maintaining a discrete distance but ready to respond to any threats—a reminder that our world had fundamentally changed overnight.
"I still can't believe they insisted on guards," Maya muttered, glancing at the trailing SUV through the rear window. "It's Aunt Iris. She's been brewing tea and tending her garden for seventy years. What's the worst that could happen?"
"After that ultimatum message, Mom and Dad aren't taking any chances," Thorne replied, though his tone was apologetic. He kept checking the mirrors, his enhance
