Olivia
The full moon painted the night sky with a silvery hue, its glow softening the rugged landscape surrounding our home.
Beneath the night sky, shadows shifted and played on the ground, dancing to a silent tune. The air was thick with the scent of pine and blooming night jasmine, a smell that never failed to calm me.
Off in the distance, I could make out the distinct sounds of our pack rebuilding itself; people clamoring, talking, laughing, playing music. Somehow, despite everything, people always pulled through. It was fascinating to me.
Nathan and I sat on our porch, swathed in a silence that was both comfortable and tense. The evening celebrated the victory over Ryan and the Elders, a victory hard-earned and one that should’ve brought nothing but relief.
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