Sylvi Moonveil woke to the quiet hum of morning inside her new room—Aeron’s room.
Well… their room now.
Soft sunlight spilled across the stone walls, filtering through the thin curtains and casting silver-blue highlights in her long hair. Her things were neatly arranged along one side of the space, though Aeron had insisted she take the larger wardrobe, and she’d reluctantly agreed.
The room smelled faintly of pine, leather, and Aeron’s warm, steady scent. It felt… safe.
This is home now, she thought, a flutter of nervous happiness rising in her chest.
She dressed in simple forest-green clothing—comfortable enough for a long day of introductions—and opened the door.
The packhouse was already awake.
Warriors hurried through the halls, pups rushed past in laughing chaos, omegas carrie
