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When A Pack Finally Feels Like Home

ผู้เขียน: Mayemura Special
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-08-21 23:21:23

Koa’s POV

Somehow, tonight, the mountain air cuts sharp. Feels crisp enough to make the lungs sting if you breathe too deep. I stand at the edge of the villa’s terrace, arms folded across my chest, watching the treeline. Old habits die hard. The forest whispers with secrets, and after years of wandering alone, I have learned to listen.

Inside, I hear laughter. Light, and uneven. It belongs to Elysia, sweet, cautious Elysia, who only just started smiling without looking over her shoulder. Darian and Lysander bicker like pups, their voices carrying through the open windows. And Zenith’s gentler tone threads between theirs, steadying them like she has been doing this her whole life. She has no wolf, but I swear she understands us better than half the pack-born I have met.

I should go in. Standing out here makes me look like the ghost I used to be. When I step through the sliding doors, the scene inside pulls the tension from my shoulders. The kids sit cross-legged on the floor while Zeni
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