One of the pack attendants arrived quietly, arms laden with a folded pair of clothes, and boots. Celeste dipped her head in thanks, retreating behind a tree to shift back into her human form. The clothes fit well enough, though the fabric felt stiff after so long in her wolf. She gathered herself, pulled her hair over one shoulder, and stepped out. Her father was waiting. Cedric Winters, Alpha, leader, her father, stood as he had a thousand times before: back straight, hands clasped behind him, eyes sharp. Yet when those eyes found her, they softened almost imperceptibly. “Come,” he said. His voice was even, but she caught the break in it. He led her into the pack house and down a quiet corridor to his office. The door shut behind them with a heavy thud, sealing them away from curious ears. For a long moment, silence pressed between them, broken only by the faint crackle of the fire. Then
Last Updated : 2025-09-12 Read more