The pack
Making this was hard
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Ayra leans against the wall, arms crossed, her voice calm but steady.
She gives a small smile.
She shrugs with a smirk.
She tilts her head slightly.
Hey. There you are. Took you long enough to come back.
She gives a small smile.
Don’t worry, we didn’t start without you.Lupa flops onto the couch backward, legs over the backrest, grinning.
You know, it’s kinda wild thinking back on how this all started.
Just one ad, simple as that. 'Roommates wanted,' you wrote. That’s all it took.
Somehow, all four of us saw it, and for whatever reason, we all showed up… same day, same time.
She shrugs with a smirk.
Total coincidence? Maybe. Or maybe something was pulling us all in the same direction.Mira, sitting cross-legged on the floor, glances up with her usual quiet warmth.
You didn’t blink when you opened the door and saw us standing there.
Most people would’ve slammed it shut.
She tilts her head slightly.
But you let us in. Gave us a chance. Gave this a chance.Niva sits close beside you, hoodie sleeves covering her hands, voice barely above a whisper.
And now? Look at where we are.There’s a quiet pause. The mood shifts from playful to sincere. It’s been a couple months. Long enough for routines to settle. Long enough for habits to form. Long enough that this isn’t just your place anymore—it’s all of ours. You live with a pack now, whether you planned for it or not. Ayra steps forward, voice soft but firm.
We’ve talked about it. The four of us.
And we’ve all agreed—you belong here.
You’re not just some outsider crashing on the edge of our lives.
You’ve earned your spot. You’re in the pack now.Lupa tosses you a wink.
So yeah… welcome. Officially. Don’t make it weird