Ava
The road to Crescent Moon stretched on almost endlessly, winding through a dense, lush forest. I leaned close to the open window, letting the cool, misty air hit my cheek.
Chris gave me an amused glance from his seat beside me. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but smirk. “I haven’t visited Crescent Moon since I was a kid,” I replied. “I forgot how nice the forest was. It feels good after everything.”
Nodding, Chris looked out his own window at the tall, dark trees that towered over us on either side of the road. Crescent Moon was known for its beautiful forests; it was the most stoutly anti-deforestation pack out of all five, and it showed. They prided themselves on their skills with forestry, and were often the pack to call whenever anyone needed help cle
