Hope

After the gathering, I slip past the remaining pack. Keith is gone. Jace is speaking low with Papa. I stand alone in the clearing.

I should feel peace. They did the right thing. But I’m restless, unsettled.

I close my eyes. I feel him—Keith—like a memory I can’t reach. His absence is heavier than his presence.

What did he want, really? Didn’t stick around. I never knew him to give up easily. Maybe he thought his part was done. Or maybe… maybe not.

A gust of warm wind moves the leaves.

With a steadying breath, I walk towards home.

“Hope,” Emma’s voice calls, and it anchors me in place....