The sunlight filtering through the window cast a soft glow across the room where Roseanne and Lila sat together. Little Ivy was napping peacefully in her crib nearby, her tiny chest rising and falling in the rhythm of deep sleep. The room was warm and cozy, filled with the faint scent of lavender, and the occasional soft coo from Ivy punctuated the quiet.
Roseanne stood by the window, her gaze drawn to the growing commotion outside. Cars after cars rolled up the gravel driveway of the Shadow Moon Pack's packhouse, sleek and shining under the afternoon sun. Pack members from across the region were arriving, stepping out in their finest attire, laughter and chatter filling the air as they greeted one another.