HOPE POV
Uncle Caleb's worried feelings hit me like a big wave. He was scared about something he remembered, something that would hurt the pack people who wanted to help us. I could feel his heart breaking as he looked at all the brave faces around us.
I tugged on his shirt with my tiny fingers. "Uncle Caleb, tell them the truth."
Everyone turned to stare at me. Sometimes I forgot that most kids don't talk like I do. But being the bridge between places means I understand things that are hard to say.
"Hope," Uncle Caleb whispered, "if I tell them, they might not want to help anymore."
"Good people deserve to know the truth before they choose," I said simply. "That's what makes their choice real."
Through our family bonds, I felt Mama's surprise and Papa's joy. Uncle Aiden and Uncle Brock felt confused but trusted me. Even though I looked like a baby on the outside, my uncles' memories helped me understand grown-up things.
