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Elena’s POVThe dinner had ended with the warm, easy clatter of plates being stacked and the boys laughing as they carried the leftovers to the kitchen. Under the table, the heat of Nathan’s hand against mine felt like a quiet anchor, but the moment the dishes were cleared, the air in the dining room began to feel too heavy, and too thick to breathe."Step outside for a second?" Nathan murmured, pointing toward the double glass doors that led to the small, brick-paved garden behind the house. "Just to get some air.""Okay," I whispered.The garden was small, enclosed by high ivy-covered stone walls that shut out the noise of the street. The night air was cold, carrying the sharp, dark scent of wet soil and the salty mist off the nearby harbor. I leaned against the weathered iron railing, wrapping my arms around myself as the wind caught my hair. Nathan stepped up beside me, as his broad shoulder brushed against mine,."They really are great kids, Elena," he said. His voice was low a

Elena’s POVThe satellite phone on the kitchen counter vibrated, and the low, steady hum rattled the ceramic saucer beneath it, making the hairs on my arms stand.I set down the wooden spoon I’d been using to stir the marinara sauce and wiped my hands on my apron. I picked up the phone and pressed it to my ear.“Julian?”“Elena.” The connection crackled. In the background, I could hear the wind howling through the mountains. Beneath it was another sound. A slow, deep rumble that seemed to shake the line itself.Thump. Thump.My heart tightened. It was the mountain’s heartbeat; Zack’s heartbeat, echoing six hundred miles away in the cold northern mountains.“Sorry to call on the weekend,” Julian said, his voice sounding rough with exhaustion. “Marcus and the elders are arguing about the new housing plan. They want the families to move back into the old barracks near the corporate site. They’re still thinking like soldiers, Elena. They don’t know how to live like a pack anymore.”I lean

Elena’s POVI watched him, and my throat tightened with overwhelming gratitude.Caleb looked at me over the top of the carton. His silver eyes were bright in the morning sunlight, but he didn't say a word, he only gave me a small, quiet nod."Breakfast is ready, boys," Nathan called, setting the plates on the table. "Eat up. We've got an SUV to jump-start before I have to head to the hospital."The kitchen quickly filled with the noisy chatter of two hungry teenage boys. Their laughter came easily, filling the house with a warmth that seemed like it had been missing for so long.I sat quietly on my stool, watching the morning sunlight spread across the floor, feeling the soft warmth of Nathan's sweater around me.The kitchen was still warm with the smell of toast when Nathan stood up, clearing the plates."Don't worry about your car," he said, turning back from the sink as he wiped his hands on a kitchen towel. "My brother-in-law runs a shop just three blocks down from that diner. I’l

Elena’s POVI sat down and wrapped my hands around the warm mug of tea he slid toward me. The warmth of the mug seeped into my numb fingers, and for the first time in days, my shoulders dropped."Caleb is a remarkable boy," Nathan said softly, leaning against the counter opposite me. "The way he handles that pain... it’s not normal for a fifteen-year-old. He holds it inside, like he’s trying to keep the storm from reaching anyone else.""He’s had to be strong," I said, my voice dropping to a quiet whisper. "We've... had a complicated life, Nathan.""I know," Nathan said. He looked down at his own mug, his expression turned distant, as a shadow of old grief darkened his green eyes. "I know what it’s like to watch someone you love live in pain, and feel completely helpless to stop it."I looked up. "Your wife?"Nathan nodded slowly. "Sarah. It was an aggressive form of brain cancer. I was a rising star in the neuro department, Elena." He caught himself, as a small, sad smile played on h

Elena’s POVOutside, the storm had turned the windshield into a blur of rain. Inside the car, it was warm, filled with the scent of Nathan's cedarwood cologne.He was still holding my wrist. His thumb rested gently over the faint lightning-shaped scar, his steady touch making my chest tighten with a strange, overwhelming warmth.Before I could find the words to pull away, a sharp, choked gasp broke the silence inside the car."Mom..."My head snapped toward the back seat. Caleb was upright, his back arching away from the seat. His eyes were wide, staring blankly at the dark roof of the car, his teeth gritted so hard I could hear them grinding from the front seat. His face was covered in cold sweat, and he was breathing in short, panicked breaths."Caleb!"I quickly pushed the heavy wool blanket aside. My hand slipped out of Nathan's as I turned around in my seat and reached into the back.He was clutching his left arm tightly against his chest. His shoulder was raised and stiff, refus

Elena’s POVZack had told me to leave, to find someone else, to be happy. He had practically pushed me out of the pack. But the stone didn't feel like a blessing of freedom. It felt like a heavy, jealous hand resting on my shoulder."Elena?" Nathan’s voice was quiet, pulling me back to reality. "You okay? You look like you're miles away.""I'm fine," I said, offering a small, practiced smile as I set the glass down. "Just... thinking about the clinic. And the drive home.""Well, the boys seem to have negotiated a peace treaty," Nathan said, gesturing toward the other side of the table.I looked, and he was right. Leo and Caleb were huddled over Leo’s phone, arguing in low, hushed whispers about the stats of some professional basketball player. Caleb’s left hand was still in his pocket, but his posture had relaxed, and his shoulder was dropping into a more natural line."See?" Nathan murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "A little greasy diner food can cure almost anything.""I