{Third Person}
Werewolf Clan.
The next evening…
Amara had just been dismissed from her lessons.
The past few days had been filled with nothing but instruction—etiquette, customs, traditions—each more oppressive than the last. By the time she returned to the sitting room, her mind felt heavy, her patience worn thin.
She had barely taken a seat when footsteps sounded at the entrance. Jasper walked in calmly with something cradled in his arms.
"Ms. Caldwell," he greeted.
Amara responded automatically, but her attention had already shifted to the small creature in his hold.
Her eyes widened slightly. 'Is that a cat? Here?'
Before she even realized it, a smile broke across her face. It came naturally, without restraint, softening her features in a way that hadn't been seen in days.
Almost immediately, she stepped forward and reached out. Jasper didn't hesitate. He placed the cat gently into her arms, a quiet sense of relief settling in him at her reaction.
