**Chase’s POV**
The house finally went quiet after nine. The triplets had begged for one more story—something about brave wolves and full moons—so I gave in, voice low and steady while Amelia listened from the doorway, arms crossed, soft smile tugging at her lips. When Jaden’s eyes finally drifted shut and Jasmine’s breathing evened out, I kissed each forehead, turned off the nightlight, and stepped into the hall.
Amelia was waiting.
She wore one of my old team hoodies—too big, sleeves rolled up—and nothing else that I could see. Her hair was loose, catching the hallway light like dark silk. She didn’t say anything. Just took my hand and led me downstairs, past the living room, through the French doors, and out into the garden.
The full moon hung low and heavy, silver light spilling ac
