Rejecting the Luna

KAELEN'S POV

The pack house felt heavy, as it always did. Not necessarily with gloom, but with the weight of generations, a history I was now expected to carry. I stood by the stone fireplace in Father's study, the scent of burning cedar and dry parchment familiar, yet somehow muted compared to the new smells I'd grown used to.

My father was settled into his worn leather chair, a proud smile crink