The next morning at the Black Howler pack house, breakfast was already underway when Talon and Diana entered the large dining hall. The scent of fresh bread, roasted meat, and brewed coffee filled the air, while wolves spoke in low conversations across the long tables.
Diana had begun to grow familiar with the rhythm of the pack. Warriors on early patrol sat near the entrance, eating quickly before returning to their posts. Families gathered closer to the center tables. Members of the Alpha family sat near the head of the hall.
But this morning, Diana’s attention was drawn to something else.
To someone.
Willow.
Willow stood beside her as they waited for the others to arrive, but Diana noticed the way her eyes kept drifting toward the entrance of the dining hall.
Then the doors opened
