The sun was just beginning to rise, golden light filtering through the tall pines and casting long shadows across the pack house lawn. The morning air was crisp, tinged with the scent of dew and wildflowers. Opal leaned against the kitchen counter, her fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of tea, her violet eyes thoughtful as she watched the sunlight dance on the leaves outside.
Her father's voice broke through her thoughts, steady and warm. "You're up early."
Opal turned to see Alpha Griffin standing in the doorway, his silver eyes gleaming with curiosity. He looked relaxed, his posture easy, but his presence filled the room, commanding and strong. Opal's chest tightened, her heart pounding. Now's as good a time as any...
She took a deep breath, setting her mug down on the counter. "Dad... I've been thinking..."
Griffin raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a faint smile. "That sounds dangerous."
