Chapter Twenty -Pine Wood Days
The morning after her arrival, Evandra woke to the sound of birdsong outside the Alpha House, the notes bright and untamed as the towering pines swayed in the breeze. She rolled from bed slowly, stretching, the ache of travel replaced by a hum of contentment. Osiris was already gone—the faint scent of pine resin and smoke clinging to the sheets where he had lain.
Pulling on a gown of soft cream, she ventured downstairs. She expected formality—perhaps omegas lined up, perhaps stern warriors waiting to measure her worth. But Pine Wood was different.
Everywhere she looked, wolves bustled with casual cheer. Warriors trained shirtless in the yard, laughing and shoving between bouts. Omegas carried baskets of herbs and bread, trading gossip loudly as they walked
