*LEO’S POV*

Once dusk fell, Orene and I went into town to Geralt’s office. Along the way, we were greeted by pack members offering a familiar smile or a ‘hello’. The streets were bustling with people going about their evening routine—closing up shops, taking out the trash, or just getting home from work. A pup ran by my feet, laughing as his friend chased him, and I spun around to catch them.

“Take it easy, boys,” I chuckled. “Someone might slip.” ...