Let's Go Out

The evening air was cool as Davian stepped out onto the balcony of the packhouse, his gaze drifting over the sprawling gardens below. The trees swayed gently, leaves rustling in the breeze, creating a quiet serenity that he found oddly comforting after the long, exhausting days he'd had. The horizon was tinged with hues of orange and purple as the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow across the landscape.

He exhaled slowly, his fingers trailing along the rough stone edge of the balcony as his thoughts swirled, settling on the past few days. The rogue attack, the lingering tension among the pack, and then Marvin's report—it all weighed heavily on him. He thought of Roseanne, how quiet she had been since she'd arrived, never once complaining or sharing her past struggles. She had endured so much, but somehow, she remained resilient, carrying her pain in silence.