The sun shines brightly through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over Maya's modest but cozy home. It's been seven years since she fled her old life, and she's built a comfortable existence for herself and her triplets.
At seven years old, the children are smart, observant, and acutely aware of the need for secrecy surrounding their identities as young werewolves.
Maya hums softly as she prepares breakfast, keeping a watchful eye on the trio as they sit at the kitchen table.
"Alright, you three," she says, placing plates of scrambled eggs and toast in front of them. "Eat up, we've got a big day ahead of us."
Eli digs into his food eagerly, while Aiden and Rose pause, exchanging a concerned glance. "Mama," Rose begins hesitantly, "are we really going to that human school again t
