Chapter 158
Scarlet
Weeks had drifted away, and the pack house seemed to have returned to its peaceful rhythm. A semblance of normalcy had settled over us, but beneath the surface, the weight of our impending departure lingered like a looming shadow.
On a serene afternoon, I found myself sitting in the garden with Xavier's mother, Regina. The soft breeze played with the leaves of the trees, and the fragrant scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Regina sipped her tea quietly, her gaze distant, and I could sense the unspoken thoughts swirling within her.
Xavier, back in his full health, was attending to the matters of the pack in his office. The burden of leadership weighed heavily on him, and I knew that his mind was preoccupied with both the pack's well-being and our upcoming journ
