POV: Luna
The gates of Silverwood looked the same as they always had.
Tall. Imposing. Wrapped in protective wards that shimmered faintly in the afternoon sun.
But everything felt different.
I stepped out of the car, my bags in hand, and took a deep breath.
Third year. I was officially an upperclassman now.
"Luna!"
Nova came running across the courtyard, nearly tackling me in a hug.
"I missed you!" she said.
"I saw you two weeks ago."
"Two weeks is forever. You know that."
I laughed and hugged her back. Through our pack bond, I'd felt her excitement building all morning as she waited for my arrival.
The bond was still there. Still strong. Even after three months of summer break, the connections I'd formed with my pack hadn't faded.
"Where are the others?" I asked.
"Unpacking.
