RHEA'S POV
The memory shatters, and I am back in the kitchen. The tea in my mug is steaming, and Rose is watching me, her head tilted and her kind eyes filled with concern.
“Luna?” she asks gently. “Are you alright?”
I realize I have been sitting frozen, staring at nothing. I force my hand to release its death grip on the mug and look at her with a polite, empty smile fixed on my face. Her question still rings in my head.
How did you do it, Luna? How did you move together like that...?
Because once upon a time, before I was a Luna and he was an Alpha, we were just two friends who knew how to run together.
Just then, Miles enters the kitchen. He is freshly showered, wearing only sweats and a black t-shirt that clings to his broad shoulders and narrows to his waist in a way that should
