~Third Person POV~

The morning sun cast soft rays through the hallway windows as Odette made her way through the packhouse, carrying a breakfast tray carefully balanced on her hands. The tray held Alora's usual morning meal; fresh bread, eggs, fruit, and tea; prepared with the same care and attention Odette showed all her duties.

But today, something felt off. Odette couldn't quite put her finger on it, but the air seemed heavier somehow, charged with a tension that made her wolf restless ...