(Jousett)
I just finished braiding my hair and went down to the dining room to have breakfast. The early morning light poured softly through the windows of the pack house, casting a warm glow over the rustic wooden tables and the cozy atmosphere within. The scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling breakfast foods wafted through the air, mingling with the crisp morning breeze that drifted in from the open doorway. It was the start of a new day, and everyone was gathering around the long, sturdy table to share a meal and catch up.
I sat next to Kyle who sat at the head of the table, a steaming mug of coffee in our hands. The pack was already beginning to fill the space - wolves, humans, and other pack members settling in, their voices blending into a familiar hum. Today’s breakfast was a
