OLIVIA The sun was warm on my face, the kind of warm that promised summer was finally here to stay. I stood on the balcony of the pack house, looking out over the territory that had become my home, my responsibility, my heart. Below, wolves moved through their daily routines—training, trading, laughing, living. It was peaceful. It was ordinary. It was everything I had never dared to hope for.Five years. It had been five years since that night. Five years since the shadows had come, since Grandma had sacrificed herself to destroy Thorne, since I had held my newborn children in my arms and wondered if we would ever be safe again.We were safe now. Thorne was gone—really gone, not hiding, not waiting, just... gone. The pack had healed, slowly, painfully, but it had healed. And I had healed with it."Mommy! Mommy, look!"I smiled, turning away from the railing. Thomas was running across the balcony, his dark hair flying, his amber eyes bright with excitement. He was five now, tall for h
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