With the rogue threat vanquished for the moment, the pack began to rebuild, mending their wounds both physical and emotionally. Days turned into weeks, filled with training and reinforcing their territories, but the looming shadows never fully dissipated from Maris’s mind.
One balmy evening, while gathering around the campfire, she felt an almost magnetic pull drawing her gaze toward Theodore, who was speaking with Marcus. Their camaraderie was evident; the boundaries of friendship blurred into something deeper.
After the meeting, Maris found Theodore by the riverbank, his silhouette framed by the fading light. She approached him, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety swirling within her.
“Hey,” she said softly, standing beside him. “I was thinking… we faced so much together, and
