The laughter between them lingered long after Diana’s teasing threat against Willow’s future mate.
For the first time since they had arrived at the spa, the air no longer felt careful or strained. The awkward edges had softened. Leah’s apology no longer hung between them like a wall. Willow’s old pain, though still present, no longer felt sharp enough to bleed. And Diana, stretched out on the massage table with the warm scent of oils surrounding her, found herself feeling something she had not expected so soon in Black Howler Pack.
Peace.
Not complete peace. Her life had not become simple enough for that.
There were still shadows behind her—the memory of Crimson Fang, the truth of her parents’ deaths, Hazel’s betrayal, Rafe’s madness, and the unsettling knowledge that somewhere beyond
