The following morning, at Marcus's pack, the sun had barely risen, casting a golden glow through the windows of Marcus's room. Marcus and Zyra were already up, ready to inform the pack members about their plans for the day. Zyra was in high spirits, happily dancing around the room, throwing her hands in the air with abandon. Marcus, sitting on the edge of the bed, watched her with a fond smile, his eyes following her every move.

The sound of upbeat music filled the room, and Zyra moved her ...