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After we finish the first wave of discussion, I scan the room instinctively—needing to lay eyes on the people I love, to see them. To remind myself they’re still alive.
Grandma Sophie is still crying quietly. Shoulders shaking, face buried in her hands.
My heart twists.
A child’s body burned in that vision. A dozen more strung up like warnings. My wolf saw it. My banshee felt it. But Sophie… Sophie lived it, and she doesn’t even understand why yet. Her sobs are small but ragged, like they’re ripping straight from her core. I ache to go to her—but I can’t stop now. Not yet. There’s too much to do.
Caden feels it—my hesitation, my pain. His arms wrap tighter around my waist, the pressure grounding me, anchoring me back into his lap, back into the moment. He presses a steadying kiss a
