Adonis's POV:
I stood in Nathaniel's office, my eyes drawn to the intricate carvings on his mahogany desk. The scent of old leather and pine filled my nostrils as I shifted my weight, eager to discuss Lynn's well-being.
"All of Lynn's expenses have been taken care of," I reported, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest at the mere mention of her name. "The medical bills, her accommodations, even some new clothes my sister insisted on getting for her."
Nathaniel nodded, his piercing gaze fixed on me. "And how is she adjusting to life here in the pack?"
I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips.
"She's... adapting. It's a big change from city life, but I think she's starting to feel more at home."
My mind wandered to the way her eyes lit up when she saw the fore
