SASHA
Between failures and funerals, there was one thing I had been looking forward to: my trip to Snow Pelt Clan.
A few days had passed since the attack, and the dust was slowly settling. Though traces of melancholy still hung in the air, the lingering sense of danger was beginning to dissipate. The pack was returning to its normal routine. Members were venturing out of their homes to gather together, finding solace in each other's company, healing in the best way wolves knew how to: by sticking together.
“You’re happier,” Cedar stated in a low voice as I contemplated our people passing through the town square. It was gratifying to see them greeting each other and sharing conversations on their way to work. “Is it because you’ll be seeing your royal friend shortly?”
I turned to him wi
