Sumy’s POV — Crescent Pack
Three years later.
It’s been three years since that night in Bloodmoon Pack when my body tore open, when my children came out screaming into the world, and when I swore I’d never let the Triplets lay their cursed hands on them. Three years since Ethan carried me through shadows, sneaking us away in the night while Bloodmoon howled in chaos behind us. Three years since we started hiding, moving like ghosts until we found a small corner of Crescent Pack to call home.
And here I am, sitting with Hannah, my only daughter, my strange, beautiful, unreadable child.
She was perched on a wooden stool across from me, her little legs crossed, her arms folded like she was older than her age. Hannah wasn’t like Luke and Mark. Those two carried the fire of the Triplets in
