AURORA POV
I wasn’t used to drinking tea. I wasn’t used to sitting still either. But that’s what I was doing—sitting with Lana Kirk, or Mrs. Kirk as I first called her, until she waved me off with a polite laugh and said she preferred “Lana.”
We were in what had once been the back porch of the pack house. Once being the important word. Now it was a graveyard of wood beams and half-shattered chairs, tangled wires sticking out like bones. Dust gathered in thick corners, and the roof above us sagged dangerously, like a tired giant holding its breath. But the view… the view was the forest. Dark green, endless, stretching like a shield around the ruins. At least there was that.
She had called me Luna.
And I had nearly choked on the first sip of my tea.
Not because the tea was bad—though it
