Elizabeth and my father spoke in hushed tones.
They stood by the fireplace, the dancing flames casting a soft glow over Elizabeth's pale golden hair. She nodded occasionally, offering polite, measured smiles—every inch the composed noblewoman who never let her emotions show.
"How do you find it here?"
Suddenly, she turned her head, her gaze landing on me.
I froze for a heartbeat before quickly regaining my composure.
"It's fine," I said. "Quieter than I expected."
My father cleared his throat softly, a subtle reminder not to speak too casually.
Elizabeth seemed unconcerned. She took two steps closer, her eyes gentle but probing.
"Your aura is unusual," she said. "Not like someone raised entirely within one pack."
My fingers tightened instinctively.
"I… moved around a lot," I admi
