Nolan:
The packhouse looked different that morning.
Not in structure, the same white stone walls, the same oak doors, .but in atmosphere. There was a shift in the air, one that even the wolves felt. They greeted me differently now, their eyes darting between Natalia and me as we crossed the hall together.
Her hand brushed mine as we walked, and it was small, almost unnoticeable. But the warmth of it… it lingered.
We didn’t speak much, didn’t need to.
Her quiet smile was enough.
The way she looked and I could tell, felt content, was something that I couldn’t just ignore. If anything, it was something that I found myself embracing.
For the first time in a long while, peace didn’t feel foreign.
The day carried on as it should, patrols, reports, meetings, but even amidst the usual cha
