I Married My Mate's Enemy
And for a while, the forest seemed quiet, the kind of quiet that allowed laughter, curiosity, and heartbeats to fill the spaces where fear once lived.
A rustle ahead caught our attention, and Mara stepped forward, tail swishing in measured caution. The gremlin halted mid-leap, squeaking happily, and pointed.
“There! They’re close! I can smell them!”
The pack tensed. I could see their muscles tighten, ears flicking, but there was something different this time—less fear, more recognition.
Warren growled softly, a low, rhythmic sound that rippled through the clearing. “Steady. Approach with calm. Let them feel us, not fear us.”
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