Jessica Lewis
The morning sun bathed the pack village in golden light, casting long shadows over the cobblestone paths that wound between rustic wooden cabins. The scent of pine and fresh earth filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of bread baking somewhere nearby. Birds chirped in the trees, their melodies blending harmoniously with the sounds of distant laughter and the rhythmic hammering of woodwork.
I walked beside Alisha, my steps hesitant yet filled with growing curiosity. The village was nothing like I had imagined. It wasn’t a place of rigid order and cold authority—it was alive, almost calling to me. The pack members moved about with a natural rhythm, exchanging warm smiles, greeting each other with nods and waves. A sense of unity hung in the air, so tangible that I co
