Homecoming
The journey back to Crescent Moon felt surreal.
After six weeks in an underground facility, stepping into natural sunlight made Luna squint and laugh with delight. The helicopter ride through real mountains instead of simulated ones had her pressed against the window, absorbing every detail.
"Look, Mama! Real clouds! And trees! And is that a bird?"
"Yes, baby. That's an eagle."
"It's so much bigger than in books!" Her excitement was infectious, reminding me how much my daughter had missed in her brief, restricted life.
When we finally crossed into Crescent Moon territory, I felt the pack bonds surge with welcome. Marcus had organized a reception committee, but I'd asked him to keep it small. Luna needed adjustment time, not overwhelming crowds.
Still, when our vehicle pul
