Anaya's POV
I woke up early, feeling a quiet kind of thrill hum under my skin. The morning air was crisp, carrying the distant scent of pine and damp earth as I got dressed in a soft knit sweater and jeans. By the time I stepped outside, Max was already trotting ahead, his tail giving a lazy wag as he looked back to make sure I was keeping up.
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