Diana's POVWe did have it most days.Some days had their own ideas.Alisha and Joshua were at a pack council meeting. Mara had a half-day. This left Lydia and me with the twins for four hours on a Tuesday afternoon.This had seemed manageable when we agreed to it.Alexander was on the garden path when it happened. Walking the way he always had, full of confidence, zero caution, absolute certainty that the ground would cooperate. It didn't. He went down hard on his knee with both hands.He started screaming, which was normal enough for a painful fall.Suddenly, from inside the packhouse. Through the closed garden door. Ella, who hadn't fallen, hadn't been near him, hadn't seen it happen, and started screaming with the exact same pitch as Alexander. The exact same intensity for a pain that wasn't hers, arriving in her body like it was.When Lydia looked at me, I was already moving.I got to Alexander first; he was crying hard, his knees scraped, palms scraped, hurt but not seriously.L
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