Taryn’s POV
The last few days have been nothing short of a whirlwind. The Eclipse Moon pack’s shattered remnants are finally finding their footing—literally. One by one, houses have risen from the dirt, and tonight, the air smelled of sawdust and fresh-cut cedar. Exhausted but satisfied, I sank down beside Caz in the planning tent, grateful for this rare moment of calm.
We cracked open some beers, the cold glass sweating in my hands, and I could feel the tension between us melting just enough to let a few easy laughs slip out. Caz’s eyes sparkled with that familiar mischievous light, the one that makes me forget for a second the weight of the past and future.
“Careful,” I teased, nudging his arm lightly. “You’re sitting way too close for someone who’s supposedly ‘moving on.’”
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