Elsa’s pov
The evening air in the packhouse carried the faint smell of pine and smoke. I had just finished brushing my hair when a soft knock came from my chamber door.
“Elsa?” Lila’s voice called gently.
“Come in,” I said, smiling as she stepped in, already dressed in a pale blue gown the maids had brought for her. It suited her calm and confident, even if I could still see a spark of awe in her eyes as she looked around the room.
“I still can’t believe I’m here,” she murmured, touching the curtain’s fabric. “This place feels unreal.”
“It still feels unreal to me too,” I admitted.
Before she could reply, a loud voice echoed from the hallway.
“Move aside, I don’t need permission to walk through my Alpha’s house.”
The tone made my stomach twist. Veronica.
Lila frowned. “Who is tha
