A Taste of Belonging

POV: Freya.

The heavy oak door clicked shut, leaving me standing alone in the sunlit guest room. I stared at the wood grain for a long moment, the fading sound of Lachlan’s boots echoing down the hallway. I still could not believe I was actually inside a pack house again. The faint, buzzing pressure of the territory’s raw energy thrummed against my skin, a constant, living vibration that kept my