KYLIE'S POVOver the next few hours, as the afternoon sun shifted through the shuttered window, I learned more about Peirhaven than I ever expected to know.It was a tiny fishing village, home to maybe fifty families, all human. They had no connection to the werewolf world, no knowledge of packs or alphas. They lived simple lives—fishing by day, mending nets by evening, gathering at the small tavern on weekends to drink and tell stories.Elias had lived here his entire seventy-three years. His wife, Martha, had died five winters ago. His son had moved to the city years before that and rarely visited. He was alone now, filling his days with fishing and walks on the beach.He asked no questions about where I came from or why I was covered in bruises. He simply fed me, gave me a place to rest, and treated me like a daughter he'd never had.By evening, as the sun began to set over the grey sea, I knew I couldn't keep hiding the truth. Not all of it, anyway.Elias sat at the small wooden
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