Wolf Moon - Queen of the Hidden Claw
“Did you finish your history outline?”
Caelan’s eyes cut toward mine—sharp, tired, too old for his face. “Half. Then Haku attacked me with a dinosaur.”
Haku lifts his chin proudly. “It was a T-Rex.”
“It was a plastic lizard,” Caelan mutters.
“It was a T-Rex,” Haku repeats, like that settles it.
I scoop cereal into one bowl—one—and add fruit because I’m a responsible adult who sometimes remembers vitamins. The kitchen smells like toasted rice and coffee, and for one tiny moment, it almost feels like we’re normal.