The group had decided to take a small break, skipping the class after the assembly as they made themselves comfortable in the courtyard, basking in the sun, a rare treat for the small town of Moonwane, especially in September, when it was known to be cold and dreary.
’Wait, does Jem know?’ Rosalyn's wolf asked as she stared at them.
She hated the sun, so she had been complaining for the last five minutes as she stood underneath the shade of a large oak tree, while the rest of them were under the direct sunlight. Grey was lying down on the grass, his eyes closed. Back then, he was sure he would never feel the warmth of the sun on his skin again, and now, one and a half years later, here he was. He would always stay in the sun; it was the mundane things that people often missed. Alexander
