Olivia
The morning air was crisp and carried a hint of pine as we drove away from our brief hideaway, the villa nestled in nature’s embrace. Heading back to the bustling heart of the pack’s territory felt both comforting and nerve-wracking, especially after the recent events that had shaken our lives.
“I need a coffee,” I muttered, my eyes scanning the passing scenery. “Stopping at that little cafe in town sounds good right about now.”
Nathan chuckled. “The one with the raspberry scones you love?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly that one!”
As we approached the town, the familiar landscape of brick and stone buildings came into view. We parked in front of the quaint little coffee shop named ‘Moonlit Brew’.
Its facade, adorned with hanging plants and vintage sign
