The hours after the pack meeting passed in a strange quiet. The pack house was quiet, normally there was always some sort of noise in the place but today it was as silent as a graveyard.
Elisa hadn't expected anything. Not after everything. Maybe a few awkward glances or stammered "Sorry about that"s.
But when she opened her door after a few hours, she froze.
There were gifts. Dozens of them.
Fruit baskets, fresh flowers tied with satin ribbons, notes in looping cursive tucked under boxes of baked goods and jars of honey. Gift baskets with items. There was even a leather-bound journal embossed with her initials. How they were able to get all these in just few hours while being unable to leave the pack compound was astonishing.
Her fingers hovered over the gifts, surrounding her. Guilt warred with confusion, then melted into something quieter. Something like… relief.
