It is a brisk morning, and I am surprised to see my mother on the deck already. The house is dead quiet, and Mason is still snoring away. I thought I am the only one awake. I just could not sleep anymore. There is too much on my mind.
“Don’t Lunas usually sleep in?” I tease as I go stand next to her, admiring the early morning reflections in the lake.
“Maybe your generation,” she grins at me and playfully bumps her shoulder against mine. “Besides, you’re also a Luna and awake.”
“I am stressed out,” I admit with a heavy sigh. “This waiting is driving me insane.”
“Whoever said that patience is a virtue, has never been waiting to be attacked,” my mother agrees.
“I am more concerned about the pack than us,” I say softly, I do not want anyone to overhear us. “There are children and old peo
