Chloe’s pov
The mist in Moonlight Town was thick, white, and cool, smelling faintly of blooming honeysuckle and mountain pine.
It hung low over the cobblestone streets, shrouding the quaint stone cottages and timber storefronts in a quiet, dreamlike peace. Unlike the tense, iron-bound territories of the Red Moon Pack or the burnt, chaotic ruins of the rogue camp, no armored sentries walked these roads. No Alpha flags flew from the wooden gables.
Using the last of Lisa’s secret life savings, we secured a small, rustic cottage nestled against the rocky hillside at the southern edge of town.
The cottage was simple and cozy, with exposed pine beams, a stone fireplace, and a narrow porch overlooking the misty valley below. It was small, but it was dry, safe, and completely untouched by pack
