Chapter 85: Pack Comforts and Looming Threats
(Olivia's POV)
I woke from my nap feeling refreshed but hungry. The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of my new Riverdale apartment, casting a warm glow across the hardwood floors. My wolf Cora stretched lazily within me, content in our new territory.
As I padded toward the kitchen, the doorbell rang. I paused, running my fingers through my honey-brown hair to tidy it before slipping into my cream-colored fur-lined coat. My fluffy slippers made soft shuffling sounds against the floor as I approached the door.
When I opened it, I found a kindly-faced woman standing there. She appeared to be in her late forties, dressed in a practical black padded jacket that couldn't quite hide her beta wolf nature.
"Miss Winters, hello," she
