*Bram*
The first morning after Jonah’s visit, Song Pack territory feels more alive. The forest, once eerily quiet, now hums with movement. The soft rustlings of paws and distant calls of returning warriors are a stark contrast to the barrenness that greeted Lyra and me when we first arrived. Back then, it felt abandoned, a skeleton of what it could be.
Serena and Mitch are busy organizing the remnants of the pack’s home. Reed clings to Serena’s side most of the morning, darting ahead, then back again, squealing with joy at glimpses of distant wolves.
Lyra crouches beside him once or twice, letting him talk a mile a minute about his father returning home, and I notice how she seems to glow when she interacts with the children.
Over the next couple of days, warriors trickle in. Som
