The morning after felt different.Not quieter.Not louder.Rooted.Lily woke early, the light just beginning to spill through the windows, painting the wooden floor in soft gold. Luna was already awake, stretched long and lazy at the foot of the bed, tail thumping once when Lily moved.Outside, Silver Creek was stirring, not in response to danger, not because of duty, but because people were beginning their days.Lily stood at the window longer than usual, watching a baker open his shutters, a pair of wolves jogging together without urgency, an omega laughing as she argued with a companion about which herbs to plant near the path.Belonging, Lily realized, wasn’t loud.It didn’t announce itself.It showed up when no one was trying to prove they deserved space.Downstairs, her mother hummed softly as she cooked breakfast. The sound was ordinary, comforting, and for a moment Lily felt a sharp, grateful ache in her chest.“You’re up early,” Sarah said, smiling when she saw her. “Big plan
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