Keya's POV:
The next morning, I woke up early. I was too fired up to even properly sleep. And the improper dream that haunted me...
Yeah, no. What the f**k was it?
"Something you liked very much."
This b***h was snarky, and it was too early in the morning for that.
I dragged myself out of bed, take a quick trip to the bathroom, tied my hair up, threw on a sports bra and leggings, and slipped out of the packhouse before anyone could notice me.
It was blissfully quiet this early in the morning, and I loved the quiet. There wasn't the usual hubbub of activities that seemed to go around the pack almost every second.
The woods behind Stormveil were familiar, cool, and quiet. It was my home. I knew every part of this pack. The familiarity calmed me.
The trees stood still, as if they
