Beverly's POV

The pack gathering felt different this time. There was no tension in the air and no whispered doubts about Bruce's leadership.

Pack members moved through the hall with genuine smiles. They laughed and talked freely. The weight that had pressed down on everyone for weeks had lifted.

I stood near the refreshment table and watched Bruce interact with his people. He looked lighter somehow. Like he had shed an invisible burden.

"Luna Beverly." A woman named Sarah approached me with ...