Howard.
I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting the zip of my trousers. The anticipation of the upcoming hunt night hummed in the air, filling the room with an electric energy. I meticulously ran my fingers through my dark hair, ensuring every strand was in place. The scent of leather and earth wafted from his hunting gear, waiting patiently by the door.
Beside me, Alex continued to prattle on, oblivious to my growing irritation. Alex's voice flowed like a never-ending river as he extolled the virtues of Nora, painting her as the perfect match for me—a future Luna to the Direwood pack. But I paid little attention to my best friend's words, dismissing them as mere distractions.
As I adjusted my belt, a hint of frustration crept into my voice. "Alex, enough with Nora already. I don't wa
