Sabrina's POV - Threads of Warmth

"Your cooking always taste wonderfull Aunt Ruth."

After a satisfying lunch prepared by Aunt Ruth, she gently tapped my shoulder, her warm smile inviting. "Sabrina, dear, would you mind helping me bring some food to the orphanage in our pack?"

I nodded, a sense of purpose filling me. "Of course, Aunt Ruth. I'd be happy to help."

We gathered food supplies and some used warm blankets, making our way to the Silver Fang Pack's orphanage. The air was crisp, and the sun cast a golden glow over the landscape.

As we walked towards the orphanage, Aunt Ruth began to share some insights. "Sabrina, I thought you should know that these children at the orphanage are the sons and daughters of werewolves who have fallen on the battlefield or died in natural disasters."

My heart sank at the gravity of their stories. "That's heartbreaking," I murmured.

Aunt Ruth nodded solemnly. "Yes, dear. It's our duty to support them and bring a bit of joy into their lives whenever we can. Many have faced challenges