I can still vividly recall that day, as if it happened just yesterday. It marked a welcome shift in the weather, transitioning from a week of relentless rain to a brilliant, sun-drenched morning. It was mid-July, a weekday, likely a Wednesday.
Just before I set off for a run in the forest, Ezra's call came in early, bearing exciting plans for our summer vacation. He suggested a leisurely picnic by the river, taking advantage of my father's cabins in the area. The idea was to gather friends for a day of fishing and unwinding beneath the northern sun. Enthusiastically, I agreed.
In my mind, I pictured a small group of fellow werewolves, both guys and girls, coming together for a day of camaraderie. Little did I know, the reality would exceed my expectations. And, naturally, Jade was among
