Chapter 17
Liora
Looking out at the Moonfire wolves that are gathered in front of the pack house, I smile at how they joke and laugh. The sadness of losing their packmates lingers, but they have grown from this. Pups run around with a ball to the left, while their mothers watch on. Everyone has a plate of food or a bowl of Evette’s rabbit stew in hand.
Just a little further from the pack house, the aftermath of the attack barely remains. Everyone, including the pups between the ages of fourteen to eighteen, has done a good job cleaning the rubble and debris, and some houses have even been given a fresh coat of paint or been washed clean. It is proof that Moonfire is growing stronger. That we all are growing stronger.
“You’re late,” a voice calls to my right, and I grimace, turning to f
