Kaida
Packing up for Silverclaw Ridge felt like trying to piece together a shattered life, and I wasn’t sure if the pieces would ever fit the same way again. I shoved another sweater into the suitcase with more force than necessary, my hands trembling slightly. Dahlia moved quietly beside me, folding her own clothes with a focus that I knew was masking the chaos in her mind. She hadn’t said much since our decision to leave. Neither had I, but I knew we were both thinking the same thing—this was the only way to escape the mess Bastian had pulled us into.
Silverclaw Ridge was far from a perfect solution, but it was a fresh start. It was a place where we could distance ourselves from the manipulations of Bastian and the lingering pain of everything that had happened with Nikolai. I sighed,
