I heard Elliot's voice outside the room, but I still refused to step out. My wolf remained restless beneath my skin after everything that had happened inside the pack recently. From the living room, I could hear Jared talking softly with Elliot while they sat together on the couch. Their scents drifted through the apartment, warm and familiar, mixing with the smell of food from the kitchen.
The peaceful atmosphere felt strangely comforting. In the werewolf world, life was usually filled with dominance battles and danger, yet this small apartment felt safer than any grand Alpha estate.
I had prepared too much food out of habit, even leaving aside a portion for Francis before remembering he was not here tonight. The dining table was crowded with dishes while city lights glowed beyond the windows.
