Elsa’s pov
The first thing I noticed when I woke was silence.
Not the restless kind that lingered in the Crescent Moon Pack, where servants tiptoed past doors and Crystal’s shrill voice pierced every corner. No…this silence was different. It was soft, steady, almost protective.
For a moment, I forgot where I was. The mattress beneath me was far too plush, the sheets silky against my skin, and the faint scent of cedar and pine clung to the air. I turned my head slowly, my gaze catching on the carved headboard, the velvet drapes that framed the windows, and the pale light of dawn filtering through.
This wasn’t my pack.
I sat up sharply, heart pounding. The Luna’s chamber.
Amy, my wolf, stirred within me, her voice firm but still glowing with awe. We are home, Elsa. This is where we bel
