Evaline:
The morning air felt different. It was colder, quieter, almost… expectant.
By the time the car came to a stop, I had already looked out the window at least five times, trying to take in my surroundings properly.
"This is it, My Lady," Mr. Wood said gently.
I nodded, my gaze lingering on the house ahead.
It stood at the very edge of the pack lands, far from the bustle of the main town and tucked away in a quiet stretch where the trees grew thicker and the world seemed to hush itself. Snow blanketed the ground here too, but unlike the rest of the pack, it felt untouched… almost forgotten.
And yet... there was something undeniably cozy about it - a small house, warm-toned wood, smoke curling faintly from the chimney.
Mr. Wood stepped out and picked the gift bags from the car before handing them to me.
"Shall I return by noon, then?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied, adjusting my grip on the bags. "I'll message you if anything changes."
He nodded once. "Very well."
