The next few days passed quietly, though the air around the packhouse felt heavy again — not from danger this time, but from unspoken truths. Lupa had decided to stay for a while. Dennis gave her one of the guest rooms on the top floor, far from the others, and no one questioned it out loud. But everyone noticed her presence.
Wolves watched her wherever she went — not in a threatening way, just cautious. She was polite, quiet, and careful, never stepping too close, never joining conversations for too long. I could see the fear behind her calm expression, the kind that came from old memories and deeper regrets.
When I passed her in the hall one morning, she smiled faintly. “You look stronger.” she said softly. “You’ve been training again.”
“Yeah.” I replied, adjusting my bag. “We start e
