Five Years Later

Narrator POV

The garden of Blackthorn Pack had never been more alive with chaos.

Five children ran between the flower beds, their laughter echoing off the stone walls. The oldest was barely seven. The youngest had just turned four. And together, they were a force of nature that no adult had quite figured out how to contain.

“Give it back!” A small voice shouted.

Isla, Lydia and Marcus’s daughter, stood with her hands on her hips. She was five years old with her ...