ELISA’S POV
The kitchen was still buzzing with excitement hours after the guests had gone with Alec into the pack house. Voices rose in laughter, footsteps hurried across the floor as omegas and even pack members came in and out of the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans still filled the air, but it wasn’t the usual stress of cooking for the pack—it was lighter, happier. Even here, away from the courtyard, I could still feel the celebration pressing in like sunlight through the walls.
Kara leaned against the counter as she tore herbs into a bowl, her eyes shining with gossip. “Did you hear what Greta said? She swears border patrol will be cut in half now. No more freezing at dawn in the woods.”
Mona, her hands busy rolling dough, let out a laugh. “Half the warriors are already drinking
