KELLY THOMPSON'S POV
The moon hung low, a heavy silver orb in the ink-black sky as I stood beside Jason on the balcony, our shoulders just touching. The cool night air carried with it the faint scent of pine and the distant howl of a lone wolf – a mournful sound that seemed to echo the hollow space Elara Windrider and Gamma Thorne had left behind.
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