---- He caught the cord and smoothly helped me gather my hair, his fingers gentle as they worked through the strands. "There," he said softly, retying it securely. "Watch where you're going." But his eyes never left my face. Wednesday, I woke to an incredible sight outside my window. Blue fireworks-my favorite color-bloomed across the entire southern territory's night sky in elaborate patterns that spelled out my name. When I ran downstairs, the whole pack grounds were filled with Juliet roses, my favorite flowers. "Garrett!" I called out, finding him waiting on the porch with a proud smile. "Do you like it?" he asked. "It's... it's too much," I breathed, overwhelmed by the grand gesture. ---- "Nothing's too much for you," he replied simply. Thursday, I found him in the kitchen, looking absolutely lost among pots and pans. "What are you doing?" I asked, trying not to laugh. "Cooking your favorite venison," he said, his hair slightly singed from leaning too close to the stove. His Beta assistant later told me that from hunting the deer to final plating, he'd done everything personally without help from anyone. "He broke three crystal bowls, two serving platters, and nearly set the kitchen on fire," the Beta whispered conspiratorially. "But he refused to let anyone else help." When Garrett finally presented the meal, slightly burned but made with love, I felt something shift inside my chest. Friday, he simply sat with me in the garden, asking about my dreams and really listening to the answers. With each day's date, Garrett used his actions to ---- gradually break down the barriers in my heart. The werewolf world's way of interaction slowly blurred the sibling boundaries. In my heart, his image gradually shifted from a simple brother to a powerful, devoted male that I needed to reconsider.