"That's a first," Jackson said with a wry smile. "Us agreeing on something important."
"Maybe that's the point," Maison replied. "Maybe she's the one thing we can't afford to disagree on."
Inside the cottage, I found myself drawn to a small bedroom at the back. The door opened with a soft creak, revealing a space that instantly felt familiar—a child's room, with faded blue walls and a small bed beneath the window.
"This was your room," Uncle Mateo confirmed from the doorway. "Whenever your family visited the sanctuary."
I moved to the window, gazing out at the garden now silvered by moonlight. "I remember... stars. Watching them from this window with Kenny telling me stories about wolf constellations."
"Your brother adored you," Uncle Mateo said softly. "He was so protective—insisted
