Aurora and the Blood Moon Pack spent the rest of the day wandering through the ruins of their shared memories. There were tears, plenty, but there was also the faint, healing sound of laughter echoing against the diner walls. As the shadows lengthened and the neon sign outside began to hum, Jason finally asked the question that had been hovering in the air like a storm cloud.
“What do you plan to do, Aurora?”
She looked at them, her gaze lingering on each face, her family by blood and by bond. “I really don’t know,” she admitted, her voice small. “Can I have a day? Maybe two? Just to... think.”
She looked at them hopefully, bracing for a "no" or a lecture on pack safety. Even though the urge to whisk her away was vibrating through everyone in the room, they understood. They didn't wa
