Claire’s POV
The sound of children’s laughter echoed faintly across the pack grounds, carried by the cool breeze of the late afternoon. Nova’s hair glowed under the sunlight, her little hand gripping Leo’s as they both ran ahead, giggling about something only they understood.
I followed close behind, my heart lighter than it had been in weeks. For a brief moment, everything had felt almost normal again — just me and the children, away from politics, betrayals, and the ghosts of the past.
But that peaceful moment shattered instantly as I saw her. Daphne.
I could recognise her even from a distance, the sight of her made me very furious and made me feel very tense. I was able to tell that something very wrong was about to happen.
She was standing near the grand entrance of the pack house
