A couple months after the engagement of Lila and tom. The first light of dawn filtered through the trees, casting a golden glow over the clearing. Meghan stretched, feeling the warmth of Brett curled beside her. A few weeks had passed since the pack’s training sessions, Lila and Tom’s engagement, and the intimate nights they had shared. Life in the pack had settled into a rhythm, and yet, something about this morning felt different.
Brett stirred, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep.
“Morning,” Meghan replied, smiling. She felt a flutter in her stomach that wasn’t quite nerves — not like before. It was soft, insistent, and oddly comforting. She pushed the thought away for now.
They rose together, stretching in unison, the eas
