Kimberfu
The morning air was crisp, filled with the distant howls and laughter of pack members gathered on the training grounds.
From my window, I could see them moving across the field like shadows and sunlight dancing together—wolves and warriors sparring in pairs, swords clashing, fists flying, bodies shifting in mid-combat.
The energy pulsed, wild and alive, like a heartbeat echoing through the earth.
For the first time in weeks, the manor felt less like a prison and more like a home.
I stood there for a long while, watching them. A part of me ached to go down, to be among them—not to fight, not to impress anyone—but to feel alive.
To feel the way I used to, before Kendrick. Before this… complicated web of power, pain, and pregnancy wrapped itself around my soul.
A soft knock
