WILLOW'S POV.
The morning air was cold as I stepped into the woods. Everything was quiet, still early.
I hadn’t slept again last night. So as soon as I saw the hint of sunlight, I gave up trying and went for a run instead. Running usually helped clear my head — or at least, it used to. I didn't know about today.
This morning, I wasn’t alone. Leah, Olivia, Mason, and Caleb came with me — my team, my people.
Our footsteps matched as we jogged through the forest trail behind the Obsidian Crescent Pack House.
No one talked at first. Only the sound of our boots and our breathing filled the silence.
I didn’t mind it. The quiet helped me think.
The scent of nature surrounded us, and for a while, it felt almost peaceful.
We slowed when we reached a small stream in the woods. Water trickled
