Chapter Four - His Reluctant Flame
Lefu had always thought himself a patient man.
Patience in battle, patience in the hunt, patience in the long winters when supplies grew thin and tempers wore ragged. A good Alpha waited until the time was right—he didn’t move too soon, didn’t let desire or fear cloud his judgment.
But lately, patience felt more like a curse.
He found himself watching her. Always watching her.
Evandra moved through his pack house like sunlight poured into dim corners, leaving warmth wherever she went. The cook laughed louder when she entered the kitchen, the omegas lit up in her company. She sat on a low stool peeling apples one afternoon, a dark halo of hair falling around her face as she joked with them, her hands working as though she had been born to it. No Luna
