Lily watched as the servants loaded the last of the supplies onto the wagons. She oversaw the final preparations with Ragnar by her side. The journey to the Capital would take several days, and Zayn had insisted they bring everything they might need.
“Everything seems to be in order, Luna,” Ragnar said, his voice gruff as always. His eyes scanned the bustling courtyard with military precision. “We should be ready to depart within the hour.”
Lily nodded, adjusting the light cloak around her shoulders. The air was chilly, warning of the approaching autumn. She signed to Ragnar, her fingers moving swiftly.
“Yes,” Ragnar translated her thoughts aloud, “Alpha Zayn wants us to reach the first checkpoint before nightfall. The roads should be clear, but we can’t be too careful.”
Lily’s gaze drifted to the pack members scurrying about. Some still cast wary glances her way, but most had grown accustomed to their Luna’s presence. Progress, however small, was still progress.
