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Nyra left early for work, half-asleep and still ranting about me not carrying her upstairs last night. I didn’t bother replying. If I started, we’d argue over who was more tired and probably shift at each other in the process. I just let her slam the door dramatically like she was leaving for war.

Clara had already sent me the exact address on Moonlight Road. The moment I stepped outside, the morning breeze brushed through the trees, and faint howls echoed far off, wolves were ...