August
The huge stack of cast-iron pots and pans were digging painfully into my arms. I knew I should have taken two trips to make it easier to haul them, but I didn't want to be at the packhouse any more than was strictly necessary. I paused, contemplating whether I should set some of them down and come back for them after dropping off the rest.
I had done my best to avoid her over the next several days. For the most part, it was easy. Luna Carlotta had her holed up in the packhouse, training her to help lead the pack. Hopefully not ruining her kind nature in the process.
The hard part was when she stumbled into my path. Literally.
"Oh!" Aeliana said, regaining her balance. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—" she finally looked up and saw who it was. "...I'll get out of your way," she mumbled
