The evening sun hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the Half Moon wolf pack's house. Inside, Royce sat by the window, her gaze fixed on the tranquil sunset. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a tapestry of questions and uncertainties weaving themselves together.
The days since Royce's night with Apollo had been a strange, unsettling mix of normalcy and eerie disquiet. The Half Moon wolf pack's house seemed to hum with a tension she couldn't quite place.
It had been over three weeks since the night she'd shared with Apollo, the Sigma. The experience had left an indelible mark on her, a lingering sensation that things would never be the same. Returning to the familiar confines of the Half Moon house felt like stepping back into a world that had shifted while she was away.
