Layla’s POV
As we neared the Moonlit Pack, my initial unease softened into calm. This was where my mother was born, where she spent her childhood. What was there to fear?
After Lucas relayed my arrival to Cecilia and Oliver, the elders bombarded him with questions about my preferences, their calls flooding in like a river. They asked my favorite colors for my room’s theme, my preferred fabrics, clothing styles—on and on until Lucas, exasperated, declared he’d ignore further calls from the Starlight Clan. Cecilia and Oliver could ask me directly. Only then did the cabin quiet.
“Sorry,” Lucas said, a touch sheepish. “They’re just so excited.”
“I know,” I nodded. “Since Ella—Alice, as you call her—and my father passed, I haven’t felt such family warmth. I love it.”
Ella was the name the
