Gavin
The crunch of leaves and soft footsteps echoed behind me as Taryn, Caz, Jax, and Heidi appeared at the edge of the clearing. Relief flooded me seeing them—solid anchors in the chaos.
Taryn was the first to reach us, her warm smile like a balm. “Daphne,” she said gently, stepping forward. “Welcome to the Crescent Flame Pack. You’re safe now.”
Heidi, ever practical, had a bundle of clothes ready. “Here—something more comfortable,” she said, handing Daphne a soft shirt and pants.
Daphne hesitated but accepted, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly.
We led her back toward the pack house, the familiar scent and sounds of home filling the air. Inside, a table was already set with warm food—fresh fruit, eggs, and coffee. Daphne sat quietly, the exhaustion of her escape settling
