Chapter 96: The Dining Hall and Some Breakfast
The morning light spilled softly across the pack compound, filtered by the frosty branches above and the occasional snowflake drifting down from the slate-colored sky. Sophia walked beside Lysander, who gently rolled Brynhild's wheelchair over the smooth pathway that led toward the dining hall. The sound of boots crunching on the light dusting of snow was steady and rhythmic, and Sophia's thoughts wandered as she tried to keep up.
At first, she hadn't noticed it, the way streams of people seemed to be moving in the same direction as them. But by the time they'd passed the third building, she was certain. Warriors and hunters in dark leather cloaks, women with children bundled up in furs, even elders leaning on carved walking sticks, all of them headed toward the same destination. It was a sight unlike anything she'd seen here before. She frowned and tilted her head, her breath misting in the cool air.
