As Roselyn and Calvin walked hand in hand toward the pack house, the autumn air carried the faint scent of pine and hearth smoke. The morning light dappled through the trees, painting golden trails across the path as their footsteps fell in rhythm — steady, intimate, united. But the deeper they went into the heart of the territory, the more eyes followed them.
Pack members paused mid-conversation, mid-task. Warriors training on the field slowed their swings; mothers holding pups smiled softly; others exchanged curious glances. Whispers rippled like wind through tall grass.
For the first time, they were seeing their Beta with his fated mate.
Of course, everyone in Crescent Moon Pack already knew who Roselyn was. The quiet she-wolf who lived tucked away in the cabin by the water fall — di
