The dense forest had gradually given way to an open meadow bathed in the golden light of late afternoon. Lucia, Miranda, and Luke emerged from the tree line, the towering pines and ancient oaks receding behind them. Ahead, the landscape unfolded into a gentle slope, leading down to a valley where the pack’s den was nestled. The sight of it brought a mixture of emotions crashing over Lucia—relief, apprehension, and a deep, gnawing uncertainty.
Lucia paused at the forest’s edge, taking in the familiar yet distant scenery. It had been so long since she had last seen this place, yet it was still ingrained in her memory. The rolling hills, dotted with wildflowers and crossed by sparkling streams, had once been her home. Now, as she stood on the brink of returning, she felt like a stranger in a
