As the night wore on, the Silver Moon packhouse nestled in an air of anticipation and unease. Morganna returned late from her shopping trip, her arms laden with bags filled with new clothing and gifts for the pack. She entered the packhouse quietly, tiptoeing past the rooms where pack members slept, not wanting to disturb their peaceful slumber. Exhaustion clung to her like a heavy cloak, tugging at her eyelids and weighing down her steps. Determined to find solace from her troubling thoughts, Morganna made her way to the gardens, the moonlight casting a pale glow upon the flowers and trees. She found a secluded spot beneath a towering oak tree and settled down, the cool grass cradling her tired body. In the quiet of the night, Morganna allowed her mind to drift, seeking peace in the tranq
