The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of Alpha Azriel's private residence, casting a warm, golden glow across the elegant dining room. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air, mingling with the sound of cheerful chatter as the Stormheart family gathered around the large oak table for a special farewell breakfast.
Henry sat among them, feeling both overwhelmed and deeply touched. It had only been a few days since he'd been thrust into this new world of werewolf politics, ancient grudges, and unexpected friendships. And now, he was about to leave, carrying with him memories of acceptance he had never thought possible.
The atmosphere was joyful, a stark contrast to the tension that had surrounded them during the past days. Luna Lora, always the
