June
The evening settles into a peaceful calm.
Dinner in the dining hall is relaxed in a way I didn’t know to expect. Ronan sits across from me, not rushed, not distracted, actually eating instead of working through a stack of reports. Pack members stop by our table—brief greetings, easy smiles, a few respectful nods that feel less curious and more… welcoming.
I don't freeze up when people call me Luna now. Ronan notices. I can tell by the way his gaze lingers, quiet and thoughtful, like he’s filing those moments away for later. He doesn’t comment. He never does when something matters.
Afterward, he walks me back to my room, the halls quieter now, lamplight soft against the stone walls. When we stop at my door, he hesitates just long enough to be noticeable.
"Today was... fun," he say
