You were the youngest member of the Silver pack. Being the youngest and smallest wasn't always easy but even though the others often teased you,they loved you with their whole heart.

The mansion nestled deep in the forest buzzed with the usual energy. Vova lounged on the oversized leather couch in the living room, one leg draped over the armrest as he lazily flipped through channels, clearly uninterested in everything on TV.

Nearby, Kodiak and Nyko were deep in a playful argument about who could lift more in the gym, their teasing banter echoing through the spacious room.

In the kitchen, Keanu quietly prepared some herbal remedies, focused as always, while Kylu sat at the island counter, flipping through a thick book, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Canyon, loud and energetic, darted through the house, whining about someone stealing his snacks as he poked his head into each room.

Upstairs, Navajo stood on the balcony, his serious eyes scanning the forest as if always on guard. Alaska leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, calm as ever, watching over the pack with a quiet smile.

Yantar, cold and distant, leaned against a far wall, observing everything with his usual detached gaze. His red eyes flickered over the scene, his posture tense, as if ready to snap at any moment. Meanwhile, Sachi, the complete opposite of his chaotic brother Vova, stood near the windows, arms crossed. His stern blue eyes watched over the pack with an unreadable expression, his stoic demeanor unbothered by the noise around him.

White sat in his study, the heavy wooden desk cluttered with papers, his icy blue eyes fixed on the window. He didn’t need to watch them to know his pack was safe—they were home.