Moonstrike Pack, Nightfall
“Zion, you’re not sleeping again?”
Arwen’s soft voice came from the doorway. Moonlight brushed against her face, casting a pale golden glow across her skin.
Zion stood with his back to her, gazing out the wide window of his study.
Outside, the forests of Moonstrike stretched in silence—only the distant howl of a sentinel wolf echoed through the cold night air.
“I just can’t close my eyes,” he answered quietly without turning.
Arwen stepped closer, her silk nightgown swaying gently with each movement. “Every time I wake up, I always find you here, staring at the moon.”
Zion smiled faintly. “Maybe the moon is the only thing left that stays calm in this world.”
Arwen came to stand beside him. “Or maybe you’re the one who never lets yourself rest.”
He glance
