Landon's POV
If a werewolf could fly, I think I would have out of pure joy that Quinn was alive and well. I felt light as air as I bounded out of the hospital and towards the pack house. She was now a wolf, opening up a new avenue for her and me. The Moon Goddess was terrific, even if I was angry with her for putting Quinn and me through what she had. Everyone in the pack seemed to be in bed already; I didn't meet a single soul on my way to our apartment. I'm sure they will all be out and asking questions tomorrow. I grabbed a duffle bag from my closet and filled it with things I thought Quinn might need, including clothes, pajamas, shoes, and toiletries. I was quickly changing my clothes in the process. Ezra hadn't stopped dancing since we left the hospital, and one of the only things he
