The following morning, I woke up to a restless Luna.
She had been pacing since the early hours, back and forth in that quiet corner of my mind she had claimed since she started coming back to me.
She didn't say anything, just moving around like something was unsettling her that she couldn't name.
I laid there for a while trying to ignore it and realized that I couldn't.
I got up, pulled on a pair of training pants and a loose top from the wardrobe and headed out before the pack house had fully woken up.
The training ground was quiet at this hour save for the early morning birds and the soft sound of dew settling on the grass…or so I thought.
Kiara was already there.
She had her hair pulled back and was working through a series of stretches with the focused energy of someone who did
