Vanessa’s POV
Returning to my apartment with Spark in tow, I was overwhelmed by a sudden surge of nostalgia as I stepped through the familiar threshold. My key was still under the rug by the door, undisturbed, a testament to the building's safety that I appreciated. The scent of home enveloped me, mingling with the comforting presence of my loyal German Shepherd at my side. With a soft sigh, I glanced around, taking in the familiar sights and sounds that had once been so integral to my daily routine—like my morning yoga.
Determined to shake off the lingering unease that had plagued me since leaving Blood Moon Pack, I rolled up my sleeves and set to work cleaning the entire apartment from top to bottom. I even felt motivated to rearrange the furniture, a therapeutic exercise reminding me
