KaylaThe dream shifted again, and I was no longer in the cottage.I was standing in a sun-drenched meadow, the grass soft beneath my bare feet, the air warm with the scent of wildflowers and summer. Ahead of me, a wooden playground rose from the earth—swings creaking in the breeze, a slide baking in the afternoon heat, a climbing wall splintered with age.This was our place. Kira's and mine and Caroline's. The playground at the edge of the pack territory, where we had spent every spare moment of our childhood. Where scraped knees were kissed better and secrets were whispered under the slide and promises were made that none of us would keep.I was fourteen again. My hair was shorter, my legs were longer, and my heart was lighter than it had been in years. The weight of the curse, of the mate bond, of Nick's indecision—none of it existed yet. I was just a girl, running through the grass, laughing at nothing."Kayla! You're it!"Caroline's voice rang out, bright and teasing. She was stan
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