Third person POV
The rich scent of coffee, warm bread, and freshly cooked breakfast wafted through the Blackwood pack house’s common room. Vaden entered with Sofia at his side, his presence immediately commanding attention. Conversations stuttered, and a few younger wolves straightened in their seats, instinctively acknowledging the Werewolf King’s authority.
Sofia, for her part, tucked closer to Vaden, her hand lightly brushing his arm, a subtle gesture that helped her remain steady under the weight of so many curious gazes. She was still adjusting to being the mate of someone so imposing and revered.
Across the room, Alice waved energetically from a table near the center. "Over here! Come sit with us!"
Vaden rolled his eyes, muttering something about her lack of decorum, but So
