AlaricThe afternoon heat radiated off the green lawn as high-pitched squeals echoed across the courtyard.I stood on the wide stone patio of the pack house, leaning against the wooden railing with a mug of dark coffee in my hand. Three years ago, I couldn't have imagined this kind of peace.The shadows of the White Moon massacre, the blood on our hands, and the constant threat of war had finally faded into history, leaving behind something soft, bright, and endlessly lively.“You can’t catch me, Alpha!” Victor’s voice boomed across the yard.At thirteen years old, Victor was growing fast. He was tall, sharp-eyed, and filled with a fierce, quiet devotion to our family. He was currently sprinting through the flower beds, a wooden toy sword raised high, purposely slowing his pace just enough for his little brother to keep up.Right on his heels was our two-year-old son, Leo. His dark, unruly curls bounced with every chaotic step, his face completely smeared with berry juice as he let ou
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