Fractured Control

Caius's pov.....

The pack gates creaked open as we returned.

The familiar scent of woodsmoke, pine, and warm bread hit me first. Home. Or something close to it. The merged camp had begun to feel almost... real. Alive. Children ran between huts. Warriors laughed near the sparring circle. The guards on the watchtower bowed when Sabine and I passed.

She walked ahead of me, her spine straight,