Nina
The house is quieter than I expected for a morning like this. The kind of quiet that wraps around you, soothing and heavy at the same time. I lean against the kitchen counter, watching the sun spill through the windows, painting the room in gold.
Jaxon’s voice filters in from the living room, a low hum of conversation with Dominic. They’ve been working on some kind of strategy for the pack, a way to integrate the remaining members of the Silver Crescent seamlessly. Hearing him talk like that, so sure and steady, sends a warmth through me I didn’t think I’d ever get back.
“Morning,” Callie says, slipping into the kitchen with a grin, her hair still damp from a shower.
“Morning,” I reply, pouring her a cup of coffee. “You’re up early.”
She shrugs, taking the mug with a small smile.
