Amethyst
I awoke this morning to the blissful, domestic sound of bacon sizzling and the rich, earthy fragrance of fresh-brewed coffee. It was a stark contrast to the rough, cold nights spent on the run, and I realized I couldn't remember the last time my sleep had been so deep, so completely restorative. It was the Diamond Moon Pack’s safety that seeped into my bones, courtesy of the overwhelming security provided by Uncle Ethan and Aunt Serena.
I did a long, satisfying stretch that pulled the knots from my shoulders and limbs, the temporary soreness a testament to my recent adventures. I climbed out of the comfortable bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up, savoring the feeling of hot water and normalcy. When I came out, I noticed a couple of outfits neatly folded on the edge of the
