Nora.
It has been three weeks since the attack on Direwood, and we were slowly but steadily making progress in rebuilding our pack. I had spent the morning at the farm, checking on the new crops that had been planted.
"I think they look lovely," I commented to the farm worker and Selene, our maid.
"They're lovely, my Luna," Selene responded, and I smiled proudly. The farm was an essential part of our pack, and seeing it thrive again was a sign of hope.
"I want to visit the orphanage and see how the kids are doing," I mentioned to Selene as we headed out. The children had been deeply affected by the attack, and I wanted to help them regain some sense of normalcy.
We had planned to take them out a couple of days earlier, but they were still too scared to venture beyond the pack's bound
