Luna turned four in the midst of increasing chaos. Reality cracks now occurred daily across all alliance territories. Kade's early warning system helped minimize casualties, but they couldn't prevent the psychological toll of watching the world literally tear apart.
"Happy birthday, baby," Aria said, helping Luna into a new dress. Blue, not grey. Never grey.
"Is the world going to break on my birthday?" Luna asked matter-of-factly. She'd become accustomed to the cracks, treated them like weather patterns.
"Probably. But we'll deal with it like we always do. Together."
The party was smaller this year, limited to close pack members. Too risky to have large gatherings when reality might split open at any moment. But Luna didn't seem to mind. She was happy playing with Marcus and a few pup
