Hook The fire crackled softly as the night deepened, but the tension between us wasn’t going anywhere. Gwen sat on the opposite side of the camp, staring into the flames, her shoulders stiff and her face pensive. Peter stayed near her, his posture protective, though he hadn’t said much since we’d stopped. It was unbearable. Every step we took in silence, every glance she avoided, felt like a nail in the coffin of this fragile alliance. If we kept going like this, she’d leave—not just Neverland, but us. And I wasn’t ready to lose her. “Peter,” I said quietly, rising to my feet. He looked up at me, wary but curious. “Walk with me.” He hesitated, glancing at Gwen as if to check she was alright. I rolled my eyes. “She’s fine. She needs space, and so do we. Come on.” Peter finally stood,

