Ariella's POV
Once a grand emblem of Silver Wing’s legacy, the villa had transformed. It was no longer just a reminder of power and prestige but had become a refuge for those in desperate need of a fresh start. As I walked through its expansive corridors, the familiar echo of wealth and authority was replaced by the soft sounds of laughter, children playing, and families finally finding peace after years of struggle. The once cold and regal structure now hummed with life, and as I observed the were-wolves settling into their new lives, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride.
This was what I had fought for.
It hadn’t been easy. Convincing the elders of the council to open the villa to the displaced were-wolves was like asking them to dismantle a long-standing tradition — and in
