Life in Crescent Moon had settled into a quiet rhythm, a peace that Elaine treasured more than she could put into words. The days passed steadily, filled with the laughter of children training in the yards, the hum of pack members going about their duties, and the steady heartbeat of safety that this place had come to mean for Elaine. She had thrown herself into her responsibilities, slowly taking on more and more Luna duties, though she did not yet carry the official title.
At first, Elaine had been shy about it—hesitant even—correcting the occasional pack member who accidentally called her Luna. But as weeks turned to months, the slips became frequent, until the majority of the pack simply referred to her that way without pause or question. Eventually, she stopped correcting them. It wa
