Flashback: 1 month after Alpha Mark has Misty look into the pack's finances. Misty stared at the delicate porcelain cup in her hands, steam curling in lazy spirals, a counterpoint to the tension filling the room. The scent of lavender wafted through the air, nearly calming her nerves. Avant rarely called Misty and Clark to his home to talk. Most of their meetings had always been in the pack house at Avant's house. Avant had called this meeting a casual affair, for them to get to know each other better. Misty fidgeted with the cup, eyeing Avant as he leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, hinting at secrets unsaid.
"Ten years ago, the Blue Moon Pack was nothing like it is now," he said, a hint of nostalgia flickering across his eyes. "We wer
