Emily's POV
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries filled the air as I moved between the tables, a tray balanced on my hand. Even though I didn't have to work here anymore, I couldn't resist coming back to check on Martha. This coffee shop was more than a place of work for me—it was a haven, one of the few places where I felt grounded.
The way the pack treated me these days was... different. A far cry from the whispers and snickers that used to follow me as the pack loser. Now, as I handed a latte to a familiar face, the older woman smiled warmly and said, "Thank you, Luna-to-be."
Luna-to-be. The title still felt foreign and heavy, like an oversized coat I wasn't sure I'd grow into. I muttered a polite response, my cheeks heating up as more eyes followed me.
At another t
