Chapter 63 Picnic!

• The following morning, at Marcus's pack, the sun had barely risen, casting a golden glow through the windows of Marcus's room. Marcus and Zyra were already up, ready to inform the pack members about their plans for the day. Zyra was in high spirits, happily dancing around the room, throwing her hands in the air with abandon. Marcus, sitting on the edge of the bed, watched her with a fond smile, his eyes following her every move.
• The sound of upbeat music filled the room, and Zyra moved her body to the rhythm, her laughter mingling with the melody. Marcus clapped along, his cheers adding to the joyful atmosphere. Zyra’s hips swayed gracefully, and she twirled around, her long dark hair whipping through the air. She paused mid-dance to look at Marcus, her hands on her hips and a playful tilt to her head.
• “You won’t dance?” she asked, a teasing glint in her hazel brown eyes.