The Silver Creek community park was a pocket of defiant normalcy. Nestled within the heavily guarded territory, its swings creaked in the gentle breeze, and the slide gleamed under the sun. It was here that Aria and Kai insisted Luna try to have something resembling a normal childhood, even if it was within a gilded cage of their own making. Today, a new family was visiting—refugees from a European pack that had fractured under the pressure of Lysander's ultimatums. They had a son, Ethan.
Ethan was a wiry boy with eyes that shifted color like a sunlit forest stream, hinting at his mixed heritage—werewolf and something far more elusive, a trace of Fae. He stood at the edge of the sandbox, watching Luna, who was solemnly building a lopsided castle.
