Eve

After the airport, after the kiss that felt like finally exhaling, life settled into something softer, something that didn’t require constant proof or promises. We didn’t rush to move in together or announce anything to the pack. We just… started. Quietly. Day by day.

One Saturday in late spring, we went on a real date—the kind that felt like rediscovering each other without the weight of the past pressing down. No fancy restaurant, no pack obligations. Just us and the city.

We ended up at the downtown park, the one with the old carousel that still spins to tinny music, the pond full of lazy ducks, and the playground...