Third Person POV
*trigger warning : you may or you may not scream at me at the end of this chapter*
He had watched them for five years and every morning the sight curdled something in his gut.
They moved through the world like weather—Derrick with his easy punches, Dalton with his damned tech skills, Kai like a storm wrapped in gold. Where they went, the pack bent. Where they laughed, the night leaned in. They had made a life so quick and whole it was obscene: a house built from rubble and care, a myth of three that somehow refused to fall apart under the weight of their own madness. Children filled the spaces in between—four of them, a riot of curls and blue-green eyes and terror disguised as angel faces—and they dotted the compound like summer. Mothers cooed. Omegas brought sweets. Ol
