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Pecan's pov
Life had settled into a strange kind of normalcy at the pack house. Stella was recovering well, her resilience shining through as she regained her strength. Noah and I had fallen back into our old rhythm, our bond stronger than ever after everything we'd been through. It was comforting, being around him again, like slipping into a pair of well-worn shoes.
Liam visited often too. He never stayed long, but his presence was steady and reliable. He had a knack for lightening the mood, making even the heaviest of situations feel bearable. It was hard not to look forward to his visits, though I knew better than to let myself get too attached. Liam had his own life, his own responsibilities, and I couldn't allow myself to rely on him too much.
