Lila and Cassandra sat on the Moondance Packhouse porch. They watched the sunrise on the horizon. Crickets hummed a gentle lullaby in the background as the aromatic scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted between them. Lila was still processing the emotions of the recent events, yet she was attuned to her aunt’s worry.
“Aunt Cass,” Lila began, her voice tentative yet filled with affection. “Are you okay? You seem distant.”
Cassandra sighed and ran a hand through her jet-black hair. “I’m just worried, Lila. I’ve lived my life focused on healing, and now, suddenly, I’m supposed to be a Luna. I stepped away from that kind of responsibility a long time ago.”
Suddenly, two young pack members jogged across the yard, playfully chasing each other. They paused briefly, offering respectful nods to
