If things weren’t gloomy enough on an average summer day, it felt even harder now to find an ounce of joy or happiness now that the clouds were rolling in and the sun barely peeped any warmth through. I used to love autumn… it’s cool breeze, wind through my fur, running through the trees as their wet orange and yellow leaves brushed past me. I loved the smell of the damp grass, and the way the rain seemed to replenish the dry earth. But now, without the freedom to run around carelessly, or take a moment to stroll through the trees that surrounded our border, there wasn’t much left to enjoy about it, and for the first time in my life, I couldn’t wait for autumn to be over.I chucked on a thick cloak over my acceptable Luna gown and walked away from the window so that I could get on with baking the apple and pumpkin pies and deliver them all before the day had ended.I walked into the kitchen expecting to see one of the omega’s waitin

For the last three days since Marco’s birthday celebrations, we have been getting along better each day, partly because we have barely seen each other, which was a good thing for me. As much as I have been able to slightly tolerate him lately, I still preferred as much space from him as possible. But I woke up this morning telling myself that today had to be the day, I had to somehow convince Marco to release Richard and Rorke from their cells, and I was going over and over in my mind how I was going to approach it, because I knew that out of all the sun wolves still on our land, Richard and Rorke would be the ones that Marco would be most wary of because they were so close to my father and he probably assumed they had full knowledge of what happened between my father and the slayer.I took my time, slowly walking to his study, preparing myself to come across as calm and understanding as much as I could muster. The way we had been civilised lately, arguing with him wouldn’t work, bein