Elara POV:
Breakfast with the pack is never just breakfast. It’s a gathering of voices rising with the morning light, of bodies and bonds shifting into the day together in a way that feels instinctive rather than organised. Even now, as the long tables fill beneath the open beams of the hall and pale sunlight spills through the high windows to warm the stone walls, I feel the subtle shift inside me, the awareness that this isn’t simply a meal but a reaffirmation.
It’s time for the pack to be together. Still, when we stepped through the doors this morning, my shoulders had remained slightly tighter than usual.
The strain of the past few days hasn’t completely faded. It lingers beneath my ribs, not sharp enough to distract me but present all the same. A quiet reminder that beyond these wa
