Elara's POV The scream tore through the air before I even saw the blood.One second, Falcone was standing in front of me, calling my name. The next, chaos erupted. People ran. Plates clattered. My grandmother’s hand found mine, and we ran. Again!If you're wondering what it feels like to lose your home, your safety, and nearly your sanity, all on your twenty-first birthday, I can tell you. It’s loud, fast, and it burns.But maybe I should start from the beginning.It was my twenty-first birthday. A small gathering. Just my Grannie Alba and a few pack members I barely knew. She baked a cake, stuck a single candle in it, and smiled like that would be enough to save me.“Happy birthday Elara,” they chorused. I glanced at my Grannie Alba, who wore a tired smile on her face. She gave me a small nod and I blew the candle out. A small round of cheers filled the air from among the men and women that were present. I went around the small group with a forced smile on my face, muttering my
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