Chapter 67: "He's gone."

Alpha Joran and Luna Margery of the SIlvershine pack live in a place that’s the picture of grace and perfection.

Every single time.

I hear Alora suck in a breath as we break out into the indoor garden and a butterfly flutters near her. She’s fascinated, the same way everyone else is when they come here.

I look at this place, these constructions, beautiful, all of them, from mine and Ulric’s home to Ariana and Alvin’s, then now to this, an older werewolf couple who appreciate beauty as much as much as everyone else, even more. I wonder at the vanity of it all.

I’m not saying people shouldn’t enjoy nice things. I enjoy nice things myself.

I’m just saying there’s an obvious extravagance to the lives we lead, and while the exterior might look pretty, the interior holds a lot of nasty things sometimes.

Luna Mar’s eyes meet mine and I walk over to them. No one would think for a second that this woman was older than I was. No one would believe it… and why should they?

She only looks younger