171 (Tyler’s POV) While the house thrummed with preparations, pots banging, wolves stringing garlands between beams, Celia barking cheerful orders louder than any commander I found Kate on the porch, away from the noise. She was seated on the rail, hair catching the last light of evening, eyes thoughtful in that way that meant her mind was running three steps ahead. When she noticed me, she smiled, soft but resolute. “I’ve been thinking,” she said. I leaned against the post beside her, crossing my arms. “That’s dangerous.” She smirked at the joke but didn’t take the bait. “I want to give them something. Not food or decorations, something that lasts. Something for all of them. Your wolves and Jaxson’s.” I tilted my head, watching her carefully. She had my attention now. “What kind of something?” “The lake,” she said simply. “On my family’s land. It’s ours now, but I want it to be theirs, too. A place both packs can use. A place to fish, to swim, to train if they want. A reason t
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