**Gaia’s POV**

The integration of Snow Mountain’s survivors into Rose-White Mountain Pack began at dawn the day after our arrival. The villa’s courtyards bustled with activity—wagons unloading meager belongings, healers tending to the malnourished, warriors assigning temporary quarters. I dove in headfirst, determined to handle it personally. These were my kin by blood, scattered souls reclaiming a future. As their new Alpha, it was my duty to ensure they felt welcomed, not ...