“All right. It's the weekend it is.”
The three children cheered loud enough to draw the attention of passersby. Vincent’s shoulders relaxed, and a small, quiet smile touched his face. It was the first genuine expression I had seen from him in days.
I nodded once to seal the agreement. The matter was settled, and the children’s spirits soared. But beneath their joy, I felt a familiar dread return. The dark werewolves were still out there. The threat was real so this peace was temporary at best.
Yet for now, I chose to give them this moment. They had earned it.
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Vincent’s POV
The next morning, I arrived early at the kindergarten. The teachers were already bustling around the courtyard, but the atmosphere felt different. The air had been heavy with distrust and fear ever since the ac
