Anna's POV:
Two years later, after surviving endless marches through treacherous marshes and scorching deserts, my parents and I finally settled in a northern grassland pack.
My mother spent her days crafting simple handiworks at home, while my father worked from dusk till dawn doing local deliveries for the pack.
Thanks to my years of experience with medicinal herbs and wilderness survival, I managed to secure a job as an assistant healer.
Whenever I had a break at work, I'd steal a glance at little Emile, sound asleep or playing quietly on his tiny bed.
Life was simple. It was peaceful.
I tried urging my parents to retire several times, assuring them that my income was more than enough to support us all.
They just shook their heads every time.
I knew why—they wanted to contribute
