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CHAPTER 295
~Zara's POV~
The first two days with my mother had been incredible. We'd done everything I'd missed growing up—long walks through the pack's sprawling gardens, gossiping over tea and even indulging in some ridiculous shopping sprees.
It was like catching up on years we'd lost, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of peace I hadn't even realised I was searching for.
But by the third evening, that familiar tug in my chest returned—the pull of home. Snow.
It wasn't intentional initially, but we successfully built that between us over time.
So, as the day wound down, I quietly began packing my things. I folded the new clothes Mum had insisted on buying for me, tucked away the books she'd given me to read, and smiled faintly at the small trinkets we'd picked up during our outings.