Orion's POV
Months had passed since my parents dispatched envoys across every territory, searching for any trace of information about Dalia Nadia. Pack after pack turned up empty. No one recognized her. No one claimed her. Eventually, my parents abandoned their quest and resigned themselves to raising this foundling until her true family surfaced.
The mystery of her scent continued to baffle everyone. She carried no trace of werewolf musk, no earthy bear essence, no simple human fragrance. Instead, she radiated warmth like melted caramel mixed with rich chocolate. Sweet cinnamon pastry fresh from the oven.
Our pack Shaman estimated her age at roughly seven months when we discovered her. Mother decided to mark her first birthday celebration five months after her arrival. My mother's obsession with Dalia remained incomprehensible to me.
Today marked that fabricated first birthday. Not that I cared.
My parents orchestrated the entire affair while I resented every passing moment.
