Yarin's POV:
This situation had my mother in a frenzy and my father scrambling, as they managed to call us to ensure our safety before diving into the task of safeguarding the Lycan Pack and capturing the fugitives.
As the sky turned dark and cloudy, the town seemed to echo the mood—ominous and restless. The relentless wind carried a humid heat, a sign that rain was imminent.
The first rain of May fell quietly, amidst the spread of wickedness throughout the city.
With no school and no homework, we lounged on the couch, bored. We didn't have the heart to play, nor the mind to rest. The Charlies' estate stood calm and quiet, but the urgent raindrops against the window felt like they were heralding tumultuous undercurrents in the city.
Watching the rain outside, I thought crossed my mind, and I asked Eden, "Will Lydia stay at the school today, or is she going back to her relatives?"
