The trial ended. We walked out onto the mountain ridge behind the pack house.
The moon was bright, just two nights away from being full.
Damian walked behind me, keeping a steady three-pace distance.
Not too close. Not too far.
"What do you plan to do now?" I asked without turning around.
"About what?"
"Coming back. Staying at Silver Moon. You and the boys."
My footsteps stopped. I turned to face him.
"You think everything is fixed just because the trial is over? I saw the way your Elders looked at me in the gallery. She's a Shatter Creek remnant. Her bloodline is a threat. Why does she deserve to be Luna? I heard every unspoken word."
"The Elders' opinions don't dictate my decisions."
"Your decisions," I echoed hollowly.
The moonlight hit his face, softening the sharp angles of
