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Sierra’s POV I gripped the phone tighter, my pulse racing. “What are you talking about?” “After your 18th birthday, I started asking if you’d noticed anything strange for a reason,” he said carefully. “Sierra, you’re not... ordinary. You possess something—an ability, a power—that makes you... unique. And there are people who will stop at nothing to find you because of it.” I froze, his words settling over me like a heavy weight. “Power? What power? Dad, what are you saying?” He sighed deeply. “That man you saw—he’s part of a group that’s been searching for you. They know who you are, and they know what you can do. That’s why I brought you to the Lawrences. I needed to keep you safe, Sierra. Their pack is strong, and they’ve sworn to protect you.” “Pack?” The word hit me like a