Luna stood at the edge of the grass, her paws shifting restlessly, her head tilted and ears twitching. Elias crouched beside her, giving her space but watching her with quiet patience. The night air was cool and still, the moon casting silver trails through the trees beyond the backyard.
"You want to run with me, girl?" Elias asked softly, his hand extended just enough to let her choose. "I can shift if you want. Run like wolves."
Luna blinked up at him, ears lowering slightly. She took one hesitant step toward him, then paused again. Her eyes flicked toward the house, ears twitching, nose working the air. Elias followed her gaze.
Up in the bedroom window, Deacon stood watching. His expression was unreadable but not unkind. Their eyes met through the veil of glass and shadow, and someth
