POV: LanaThe pack was stirring that day—some wolves yawning, some shifting lazily, others already circling the perimeter, testing boundaries as if to remind themselves that home was theirs again.I sat on the edge of the staircase, watching as Warren moved among them, Alpha energy radiating from every motion. He barked orders, adjusted sleeping positions, and sniffed out tense postures with a precision that made me sigh with admiration. It was comforting, yes, but also intimidating—he commanded the pack without raising his voice.Kael leaned against the railing beside me, arms crossed, ears twitching. “You notice that?” he asked quietly. “Some of them are… remembering. Bits and pieces.”I followed his gaze. A young wolf, tail flicking nervously, padded toward Mara. Recognition brightened its eyes as the scent of familiarity hit. Mara leaned down, whispering soft reassurances, and the wolf relaxed, nuzzling her briefly before retreating.“Fragments,” I murmured. “Moments, emotions, i
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