Word spread faster than Sasha expected.
Within a week of the first girl's arrival, three more hybrids appeared at Haven's borders. A boy from Boston who could move through shadows. A woman in her thirties from rural Maine, her wolf and magic so tangled she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. A teenager from New York City who'd been living in subway tunnels, surviving on rats and desperation.
Each one had a story. Each one had wounds. Each one looked at Sasha with hope and fear in equal measure.
She didn't know how to be what they needed. She was only twenty, barely in control of her own powers, still learning what it meant to be hybrid. But she listened. She sat with them, heard their stories, let them cry on her shoulder. She showed them around Haven—the half-finished bu
