Eliza’s POV

As Alpha Theron and I approached the grand packhouse, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervous anticipation. This was to be my new home, my sanctuary away from the cruelties of my old pack. Despite the Alpha's reassuring words, I still harboured a small kernel of doubt - what if the others didn't accept me as readily as he had?

Jasmine's calming presence washed over me. 'Have faith, Eliza. We are among true pack now.'

I clung to her wisdom, drawing strength from the bond we shared. If Alpha Theron believed in me, I could start believing in myself, too.

The packhouse loomed ahead, an impressive...