Flashback: Six months after Misty and Clark fart all over Shayla's clothing. The aroma of freshly-spilled wine mingled with the earthy scent of crumbling wood as Misty, Clark, and Corra busied themselves clearing dishes after the Blue Moon Pack monthly gathering. The laughter and cheer that had filled the space hours ago faded, leaving only echoing footfalls and the clink of utensils in their wake.
Misty wiped her brow, catching a glimpse of the exquisite decor tainted by the remnants of the evening's revelry, and a suspicion flickered within her. "Where's Shayla?" she wondered aloud, scanning the room for the elusive Beta Luna.
Clark leaned against the countertop, a wine glass in hand, eyebrows raised in thought. "Notice how Shayla just sneaks off whenever she feels here hosting duties
