The morning sun cast long, brilliant beams of light across the grand dining table of the Iron-Wood Manor, illuminating the sprawling mess of parchment, inkwells, and logistical maps scattered across the polished wood.
Roxy sat at the head of the table, her violet silk robe swapped out for a comfortable, practical woolen dress in a deep forest green. After the sheer emotional and physical exhaustion of the past few days, she finally felt her body's full strength return to her.
Standing immediately to her right, acting as her ever-faithful, meticulous tactician, was Kaelen.
The Wolf Alpha was leaning over a calendar etched into a thick piece of cured leather, his golden eyes narrowed in focus.
