Yavanna
The morning sun streams through the windows of my temporary quarters in the pack house, warming the herbs I've laid out for drying. Today is significant…Matthias's official ascension as Alpha, Penelope's formal relinquishment of power, and the beginning of a new chapter for this pack that has already survived so much.
I should be pleased. The work I've done here…healing Penelope, strengthening her bond with Aaron, providing counsel when needed…has contributed to this moment of transition and hope.
Instead, unease coils in my stomach like a serpent preparing to strike.
I've learned to trust these instincts. Centuries of life have taught me that when magic whispers warnings, ignoring them leads to consequences far worse than heeding false alarms.
I move through my morning routin
