The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the living room of the pack house. Jeffrey sat by the window, staring out at the vast stretch of woods that surrounded their territory. His mind was heavy, the events of the past few weeks swirling endlessly in his thoughts. He had barely slept, the nightmares of Kenneth’s death and his children’s fearful expressions haunting him every time he closed his eyes.
Hannah moved quietly through the house, as she had become accustomed to doing. She was always there, hovering just close enough to be comforting but never too far to leave Jeffrey alone for long. She had a way of making herself seem indispensable, like her presence was the only thing holding him together. Yet Kai, his wolf, still growled whenever she was near,
