The mountain night pressed cold against the windows, the moon fat and silver, hanging low as if it watched the house personally.Aiden slept in his crib near the fire—his tiny chest rising and falling steadily. A tuft of silver-gold fur on his ear was a faint reminder of his first shift just hours ago. Liora sat in the rocking chair, moving slowly, her eyes full of love and a deep ache for her son. The shift was beautiful—her pup, a perfect mix of their lines. His cry was strong, his eyes recognizing her instantly.But howls echoed outside—close now. Not wind. Remnants.Kael stood at the window, gun in hand, his silver eyes scanning the dark trees. His body was tense, ready. Elara stood beside him, claws partially out, her face a fierce mix of fear. Dax checked the barricaded door.“Twenty at least. Circle moving slow,” he muttered.Grace hid Ethan in a closet, safe and unaware. Liora stood slowly, one hand on her belly, her heart full of a mother’s need to protect.“They want Aiden,”
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