(Arya)
I was here. It had been seven days since I came back.
Alpha Emerett and my father were busy dealing with the Athira situation, leaving the Silver Lake packhouse quieter than usual—at least for now.
Luna Brienne, on the other hand, was overjoyed to have me back home. She showed it in the best way she knew—by cooking every single one of my favorite dishes. The table was filled with the warm, familiar scents of comfort food, the kind that made you feel safe, made you feel like you belonged. And of course, I belonged here. No matter what, Beta Tamran was my father in all the ways that counted/
The boys, of course, complained about how she spoilt me, but it was all for show.
"Mother," Ayden groaned dramatically, stabbing a fork into his plate. "Sometimes I think we’re the ones who a
