Emilia woke up early, the first rays of sunlight streaming through her window. She stretched lazily before getting out of bed and slipping on a light cardigan. It was a perfect morning to check on Freya and her mother. As she made her way through the quiet halls of the pack house, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace, a rare commodity these days.

When she reached the quarters at the back of the house, she gently knocked on the door. It creaked open a moment later to reveal Freya, who looked a little groggy but smiled when she saw Emilia.

“Good morning,” Freya said, stepping aside to...