Morning came quietly over the pack grounds.
Mist clung low to the earth, curling around stone pathways and wooden posts like a living thing reluctant to let go of the night. The sun had only just begun to rise, pale gold spilling over the treetops, warming the roofs of the pack hospital and the nearby homes where wolves were beginning to stir.
The pack hospital doors opened with a soft creak.
Talon stepped out first.
Diana followed at his side, her fingers already threaded through his, his grip steady and grounding. Enzo came last, ever watchful, his sharp eyes scanning the grounds even in daylight.
The morning air was cool and clean, carrying the scents of dew, pine, and fresh earth. Diana inhaled deeply. Despite the ache still lingering in her body, the simple act of breathing freel
