The coffee shop that Azaria and Valeria agreed to meet in provided a warm and unobtrusive backdrop to the quiet corner table where both women sat across from one another. It was their first time face-to-face since the cabin, and the morning light poured through the window beside them, illuminating the steam rising from their untouched mugs. Azaria wrapped her fingers around the mug in front of her, drawing comfort from its heat as she looked at her friend. She explained quietly that she had finally spoken with Theon earlier in the week, that they had spent hours talking through the reality of their world, and that she now understood the full truth about werewolves, the pack hierarchy, and the nature of the mate bond.
