With its sagging beams and weathered planks, the old barn whispered of bygone eras when it was the heart of the Moondance Pack’s lively gatherings. Now, it cradled the pack’s youth under its fragile roof, bathed in the gentle flicker of lantern light that cast long shadows against the rough-hewn walls.
As Melody stepped into the barn, her breath caught; memories clashed with the present. Her pulse raced—a mix of excitement and anxiety twisting in her chest—as if the air inside the barn had shifted.
“Can you believe how old this barn is?” Marisol whispered, her voice filled with awe as she looked around at the sagging beams and weathered planks. “It used to be the heart of our gatherings.”
“Yeah,” Melody replied softly, her breath catching as memories clashed with the present. “It feel
