CIARA’S POV
The kitchen fell quiet around us, the weight of our conversation settling like dust after a storm. Through the window above the sink, moonlight streamed in, casting silver squares across the wooden table. I watched the light play across Darragh's features, turning his tan skin luminous.
"Looks like the moon is here," Darragh said softly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence. He then looked at me. "Is the tradition of shifting to help usher the deceased into the afterlife practiced in your pack too?"
I nodded, remembering the full moon gatherings from my first life. The way the entire pack would come together under the open sky, honoring those who had passed by running free beneath the goddess's light. "Yes. You were there, remember? For my parent’s funeral."
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