Tyler's POV
The first light of morning kissed the landscape as I stood outside, the cool breeze carrying the weight of the choices made in the dark hours before dawn. The letter, crumpled in my grip, held the echoes of a conversation that had unfolded in the quiet realm of a sleeping world.
"I'm doing this to protect you, Danielle," I had whispered, my voice a mere murmur in the stillness of the night. "If you asked me to stay, I would. But that would put you, the twins, and the entire pack in danger. I can't let that happen."
The room had been silent, my words absorbed by the shadows. She lay there, unaware, her dreams untroubled by the harsh reality I was about to face. It was a conversation only I would remember, the weight of unspoken farewells hanging in the air.
As the first rays
