= Amara =
Morning light poured through the tall windows of the dining room, casting warm streaks across the long table. The quiet felt almost sacred after everything that had happened over the past few weeks. For the first time since arriving in the Veyrath pack, the world seemed…still.
I sat across from Mikael, my fingers curled loosely around a cup of tea that had long since cooled. The scent of fresh bread and roasted meat lingered in the air, carried from the kitchen just moments earlier. It was simple food, but there was something comforting about it—about sitting here like this, without tension tightening every breath.
My first breakfast as Luna of the Veyrath pack.
The thought still felt surreal.
“You’re staring at your tea like it personally offended you,” Mikael said, his voi
