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Lita frowned. She knew he was right, that Felicia might not let this go easily. But the celebration reminded her that she was not alone, that this was her pack and she would fight for her new home.
“Things just got interesting, didn’t they?” she mused, glancing toward where Felicia had disappeared.
Asher kissed her forehead, a gentle promise against her skin. “Nothing we can’t handle.”
His confidence wrapped around her like a shield, easing her worries, if only for the moment. She let herself believe him, let herself feel the victory and love that was embracing her.
They walked back to the pack house, hand in hand, a united front against anything that challenged them. Grayson followed quietly, his presence solid and unwavering, while in the distance, Felicia’s silhouette lingered at the edge of the trees. She watched them with an intensity that spoke of plans yet to unfold, her expression unreadable, her intentions a looming shadow.
Asher glanced toward the trees, as if sensing Felicia’s gaze. No matter how good of a friend Brody was, he could never forgive his sister for her actions. His protective nature kicked in, his eyes flickering darkly. Lita was kind, too kind. Bo was livid. How dare a lowly wolf attack his mate? He’d wanted to make an example out of Felicia, to show others what would happen if they ever touched the Black Ice Pack’s luna. But this was Lita’s call. She was the one who decided Felicia’s fate. Asher had to love her sweet and forgiving nature, though. It definitely made her special.
Chapter 54
Lita rubbed her hair with a towel as she stepped into the kitchen, eyeing the impressive spread of snacks. Kristenglanced up from a mountain of junk food, grinning. "You’re just in time," she said, voice nearly lost in the chaos.
"I don’t know how you managed everything so fast." Lita’s lips parted as her eyes scanned over everything.
Kristen winked. "Got everything but the anise cookies." The two ladies softly giggled as Caspian and Grayson attempted to slink away, but Lita caught them with a playful command that froze them in their tracks.
"You guys planning on hiding behind the couch?" she called out, one eyebrow raised.
Grayson glanced over his shoulder, caught mid-step. "Just thought we'd secure the seats."
Caspian nodded, trying for innocence. "You know, do the heavy lifting."
Kristen threw a handful of popcorn at them, rolling her eyes. "You'll be doing the heavy eating, too. Might as well help out."
Lita put her hands on her hips, surveying her captives. "Alright, Caspian. You’re on punch duty. Grayson, you’re my cookie-making partner."
"Sounds more like punishment than duty," Caspian joked, tossing his coat onto a chair.
Lita laughed. "Don’t worry, I’ll give you extra credit if it’s drinkable."
Caspian and Grayson exchanged a look before resigning themselves to the inevitable, moving toward their stations. Lita joined Grayson by the mixer, lining up ingredients for the cookie dough. The clamor of activity made her smile, the small moment of togetherness feeding the part of her that always longed to belong.
"Chocolate chips or peanut butter?" Grayson asked, his brow furrowing as he considered the options.
Lita paused, tapping her chin with a finger. "Both. No such thing as too much when it comes to cookies."
Grayson chuckled, “Couldn’t have asked for a more perfect charge.”
“And don’t you forget it!”
“You know …” Grayson turned to look at her with a small smile on his lips. “This suits you, too. I’ve always looked at you as the fairy princess, but being a luna seems to also fit.”
She hesitated, her heart catching at his words. "It's been crazy. I never expected—" She broke off, a soft laugh escaping her. "Well, any of it. But I’m still just me. I don’t feel like a princess or a luna. Just … Lita.”
“And that is all anyone needs … for you to be yourself.”
They worked together, side by side, laughter punctuating their efforts as the dough came together. She savored this. Every casual word, every fleeting look that said she was finally home.
Caspian joined them with a finished bowl of punch, an exaggerated sigh escaping his lips. "You'll both be impressed to know I made this all by myself. With zero supervision."
Kristen made a face, peering at the colorful liquid. "What's in it?"
"A special blend," Caspian replied, smirking. "Mainly fruit juice."
"Caspian, I'm really glad we’re friends. I'm sorry I forgot you. It—it hurt when I remembered, knowing how close we were and that I didn’t even know you when I saw you. It must have hurt you to remember me, especially since I looked at you like a stranger.”
