Haylie POV
I watched my father die, and now I witness the removal of my wolf—a part of me I never knew existed and never imagined I would lose. These moments revealed a side of my family's story I had never known, and I became a silent observer of it all.
I saw my mother move back to her old childhood home in town. Together with my Uncle Jacob and Aunt Camelia, she began restoring the house, bringing it back to life with furniture and care.
When my mother was five months pregnant, my uncle helped her assemble a wooden crib and decorate a small nursery space beside her bed. Watching them create this haven for the new life to come, I finally began to understand where I came from.
But the sadness lingered. Every time my mother went to the doctor, she visited my father's grave afterward. It was heartbreaking to see her raw pain, the way she missed him so deeply.
