Chapter 109

Summer’s POV

Jared and I had slipped into something like a comfortable routine over the past few days. He dove back into his culinary groove—flipping omelets, coaxing soufflés to rise like they owed him money—while I buried myself in vlogs, edits, and the occasional impulsive TiKTok dance that made my cat side-eye me. By nightfall, we’d reunite for the pack dinners, our mouths full of chewable gossip and questionable casserole. When Jared clocked in at his new job, I’d even take myself to those dinners solo—just not inside our house, because as much as I adore Jared, my wolf would pack her bags and start hissing if any pack members tried to roam our living room.

The weeks flipped by faster than Jared’s spatula. We spent at least 120 snack-filled minutes together every day: marquee grocery expeditions, impromptu cook-offs, or simply battling over who got the last slice of pepperoni pizza. Once in a while, we’d press play on Netflix or brave the wild frontier of a n