_Leah's POV_

I woke the next morning to the soft light filtering through my curtains. I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of the vivid dream from the night before. The memory of the wolves bowing to me sent a shiver down my spine. What did it all mean? I sat up, my heart still racing, and glanced around my room. It felt strange to be alone in such a quiet space.

After a moment of hesitation, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. The scent of something ...