MARTHA POV
I left the bedroom and walked down to Caelin’s office, heels clicking against the old wooden floors.
Wisteria was awake around me.
The packhouse had a morning rhythm now that I knew better. Omegas moving between kitchen and dining hall. Warriors coming in from patrol. Children, sorry, PUPS somewhere in the west wing being far too loud for an hour when civilized people still needed caffeine. The hum of pack life was no longer overwhelming, though sometimes I still stopped in hallways and remembered that every sound belonged to a world I had not known existed less than two months ago.
Now they greeted me.
Some with smiles.
Some with polite nods.
A few with the dangerous shine of people who wanted to say Luna and had been specifically warned by their Alpha that I controlled
