In an inky black room shrouded in silence, both of us lay wide awake, enveloped by profound thoughts and heightened senses. Stifling the urge to speak, I sluggishly extended my arm towards the cool, metallic surface of my phone resting on the bedside table. Tormented by our shared insomnia and driven by burning sensations, I succumbed to the urge and checked the time. The illuminated screen projected a harsh, neon glow in the room, revealing that it was 3 AM.
A sigh escaped my lips as worry started to creep in – this was not ideal, not at all.
Anticipating the responsibilities awaiting back at our pack, I desired to return invigorated and lucid-minded. I aimed to accomplish various tasks and run errands smoothly. As Luna, I was the one the pack members looked up to. However, from the wea
