MIRABEL POV.
The Luna moved through it with the garden, plucking weeds and smoothing soil as she spoke.
“This keeps me from going completely crazy,” she admitted. “I have tried everything— herbs, medicine from the pack healers—but nothing works. This is the only thing that helps. At least I don’t have a mental breakdown as often when I’m here.”
I nodded, watching her clip a stray stem with more force than necessary. “Well, I guess there are worse coping mechanisms. At least you are not setting things on fire.” I said
She huffed a small laugh, shaking her head. “Not yet.”
There was a brief pause before she glanced at me again. “I heard about your mother’s sickness. That she has lupus. How is she?”
“She is alright.” A simple answer, the easiest one. Because how do you really explain so
