The east border of the Moondance Pack territory was a place of beauty and mystery. Ancient trees towered overhead, their canopies casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, creating tranquility and underlying tension. Melody and Frederik ran into each other, both taking a morning stroll the day after the ball.
Melody wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle at the pack house.
Frederik approached Melody, his eyes darting over her features, searching for something unspoken. “No luck last night?” he asked, his casual tone failing to mask the worry lurking beneath.
Melody’s lips curved into a forced smile, barely touching her eyes before it faded. “None,” she replied, her voice tinged with frustration. “But I saw you with...”
Frede
