**LUNA SOPHIA**
I don’t like the silence that settles after the sirens stop, because it isn’t calm so much as suspended, like the packhouse itself is holding its breath and waiting for the next fracture to appear, and I stay close to Bella in the kitchen while the rest of the pack moves with tense purpose through the halls. She’s sitting at the table with her hands wrapped around a mug she hasn’t touched, her shoulders drawn in despite Axel and Atticus having just left her with me, and I make a quiet note of how small she looks in that moment, like the weight of the last few days is finally pressing down all at once.
“It’s alright,” I tell her gently, even though I’m not entirely sure that’s true yet and the words feel thin even as I say them, because reassurance is part of my role wheth
