The old library felt like a sanctuary again.
Elena and I sat in our usual spot in the back corner, hidden behind tall shelves. She had brought warm cinnamon bread, honey, and a small flask of herbal tea. We ate quietly at first, enjoying the peaceful silence between us.
After some time, Elena looked at me with gentle eyes.
“Would you like to hear more stories about Chase?” she asked softly. “From when he was a teenager?”
I nodded, my heart aching with both longing and gratitude. “Yes. Please.”
Elena smiled sadly and leaned back against the bookshelf.
“When Chase was sixteen, he was full of big dreams,” she began, her voice warm with memory. “He didn’t want to follow the traditional path of becoming a warrior or Beta. He used to say he wanted to be the pack’s storyteller. He would mak
