When Braxton and I discussed how we could help those in need, I suggested Lila. I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to mend our fractured bond. But I underestimated the resentment she felt. I wanted to bring a little light into her life, but Lila only saw my efforts as a threat to her independence.
At first, Braxton was reluctant to get involved. “I don’t have time to play these charity games, Calla,” he said, his tone dismissive.
But my heart was set on helping her, and I pushed him to reconsider. I wanted Braxton to see Lila as I did: not just my sister but a girl full of potential and promise, deserving of support.
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Then everything shifted in an instant. I faced a difficult time when my parents unexpectedly fell ill. Braxton, usually confident and unwavering, became a pillar of support. He rallied our friends and family, doing everything he could to help my parents during their recovery. Though he had never been one to rely on faith, he
encouraged me to find strength in our pack and its traditions, believing the goddess would guide us through the storm.