#Chapter 138: Spring Morning

Aria The forest was alive with the sounds of spring. Birds chirped in the trees, their songs blending with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. The air was crisp and clean, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth. My wolf was at ease, rather than bristling in the back of my mind like she so often did in the city. It was the kind of morning that made it easy to forget, even for a moment, all the chaos we had left behind in the city. At least we were able to find some small measure of comfort in that fact. Lucas ran ahead of us, stopping periodically to check out an insect or an interesting stick on the ground. He had been pouting when Darren and I found him in the kitchen earlier, refusing to eat the breakfast Wendy had made for him. But now, as he darted between the trees, it seemed he was feeling a bit better. And the sight of his smile made my own worries wash away for a little while. “Look at this rock!” he called, holding up