Kiera’s POV I spent the day before the full moon with Eli, knowing that tomorrow might be my last day alive. The thought sat heavy in my chest, but I pushed it down and focused on making this day count.We walked through the gardens behind the pack house, Eli’s small hand tucked safely in mine. The sun was warm, the flowers were blooming, and for a few precious hours, I could pretend war wasn’t coming for us.“Mama, why are all the grown-ups acting scared?” Eli asked, looking up at me with those too-knowing eyes.“Because sometimes grown-ups face hard things,” I said carefully. “But we’re preparing for it, and we’re going to be okay.”I wasn’t sure if I was lying or hoping. Maybe both.We sat beneath an old oak tree, and I pulled Eli into my lap. “I want to tell you about your grandparents. The ones you never got to meet.”Eli settled against me, listening intently as I spoke about my parents. How my father had been strong but gentle, teaching me to track by scent before I could even
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