The picnic blanket lay spread neatly on the grass, crumbs of honey cake and fruit pits scattered across it, a relic of the quiet moment Kaelyn had hoped would stretch into a whole day of peace. But Kyra’s words still hung in the air like a dark cloud. “Leave…?” Kaelyn whispered, as though saying the word aloud might weaken its sting. Her hands, resting on her knees, trembled. She stood abruptly, the blanket folding and crumpling under her movement. Her heart hammered against her ribs, each beat an accusation, each breath too shallow. Kyra, still sitting cross-legged, watched her sister carefully. “Yes. We have to leave the Blackwood Pack. Now, Kaelyn. The sooner, the better.” Kaelyn shook her head in disbelief, her blonde hair catching the sunlight in waves. “No, Kyra. You can’t mean that. Not after everything. Not after we’ve worked so hard to belong here.” Kyra’s lips pressed into a thin line. She smoothed her palms over her skirts, deliberate and calm. “I mean every wor
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