Thid Person POV
Taryn sat on the back steps of the Half Moon Pack house, a mug of tea cooling between her palms. The sun was starting to set, staining the sky in oranges and pinks that reminded her, inconveniently, of Caz’s eyes. She closed hers and leaned her head against the porch rail, wishing the ache in her chest would settle into something easier. Simpler.
She heard the door creak open behind her.
“Mind if I join you?”
Taryn looked over her shoulder and gave a faint smile. “Of course not, Luna.”
Stephanie eased herself down beside her with the grace of someone used to holding power quietly. “Call me Stephanie, please. Especially out here.”
They sat in silence for a minute. The crickets had just started to sing.
“You look like you’ve been carrying the weight of two packs on you
