Mira's POV.

The stone arrived at dawn on a cart pulled by humans and wolves together.

That alone felt like a miracle. Margaret supervised the placement. "Where do you want it?" I pointed to the spot where the first hunter had attacked Haven's Edge twelve years ago. "Here. Where it started."

"Not where it ended?"

"It hasn't ended. But it started here."

The stone was massive, eight feet tall, four feet wide. Gray granite. Simple. No names. No dates. Just five words carved deep:

We chose ...