Taryn
The morning sun spilled golden light over the Crescent Flame Pack grounds, and for once, it felt like everything was… settled. Not quiet, exactly—there was always the bustle of pups training in the field, warriors sparring at dawn, and omegas baking bread in the kitchen long before most of us were awake—but it was a peaceful noise. A new kind of harmony.
Our pack had become a home.
The two branches—Eclipse and Half Moon—had fully woven into one in the past few months. The housing was permanent now, thanks to weeks of construction and long nights of planning. The new pack house stood tall at the center of the grounds, a blend of dark Eclipse Moon stone and Half Moon’s signature wood-beam architecture. It looked like us—like a marriage of strength and history, grit and grace.
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