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Elara's POV

I had been meaning to write it for a long time.

Not meaning in the way I meant most things — with a plan and a timeline and an awareness of what it would require. Meaning in the other way. The way grief meant things. The way you knew something needed doing and kept finding it was not yet the moment and kept putting it aside until the aside got long enough that you started wondering if you were afraid of it.

It was a Wednesday evening. Caden was out. Renn was asleep. Damian was at th
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  • The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate   99

    Elara's POVI had not known she was coming that day specifically. She had said she would try for the birthday and I had said the house was big enough and Caden's room had a second bed that could be arranged and she had said she would let me know when she knew. The letting me know had been a message on Wednesday that said: "Train arrives Thursday at four. Don't fuss."I was at the station at four.She came off the platform looking smaller than I remembered and more settled, which was not a combination I had expected but which made its own kind of sense. Smaller because she was in her late sixties now and the two years since the ransacked house had been years of significant things for a woman who had expected quiet retirement. More settled because she had been at Mara Fenn's cottage for fourteen months and Mara Fenn's cottage was, by all evidence, an exceptionally well-ordered environment that produced specific qualities in the people who spent time in it.She stopped when she saw me.W

  • The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate   98

    Elara's POVDecember arrived and the house became itself in a new way.The garden went quiet, just wintered, the four trees holding their shapes without leaves, the grass frosted some mornings and soft by afternoon. Renn stood at the garden door in the mornings and looked at this transformation with the focused attention of someone processing a significant update to a familiar system. He had known the garden in spring and summer and autumn. This was new data and he was taking his time with it, conducting his assessments of the frosted grass with the same thoroughness he had brought to the four trees in February.He was twenty-three months old.His birthday was in January.I had been aware of this for all twenty-three months and had been aware of it differently in the past few weeks, the way you became aware of something you had known and were now approaching. Renn at one year was an event I had been moving toward since he had walked four steps on a January morning and said "four" and

  • The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate   97

    Damian's POVI was at the pack house in the morning for the council matters and drove south at four.The house was in the specific quality of November — the garden stripped back to its essential shapes, the four trees bare, the light going early. Renn was at the window when I pulled in, which he had been doing reliably for seven months. He watched the car. I watched him watching. He turned when I opened the gate and disappeared from the window, which meant he was going to meet me at the door.He was at the door when I came up the path.Not opening it — he could not yet manage the door independently and had not yet decided whether to regard this as a limitation worth addressing — but standing inside it with both hands on the glass.I opened the door.He assessed me. Made the Friday sound, which had become the all-days sound, which had been happening since July when the concept of specific-day sounds had apparently been subsumed into a more general category."Hello," I said.He turned a

  • The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate   96

    Bret's POVSix months after the tribunal, the pack had settled.The council was reconstituted. Dray had stopped filing procedural objections in March, which I attributed to his having run out of viable ones. Three new members had been brought in to replace Harwell and two others who had stepped back. One of the three was a woman who had been running the pack's eastern territory management for twelve years and who had opinions and the vocabulary to express them.The Keswick line had been quiet since the disclosure motion passed. Quiet in the specific way of parties who were reassessing their strategy rather than accepting defeat. I was tracking several indicators and had three hypotheses about their next approach, which I kept in my notebook and revisited weekly.Damian ran the pack the way he had always run it — directly, with the specific authority of a man who understood that authority was most effective when it was least visible. The difference was not in the running. The differenc

  • The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate   95

    Elara's POVThe co-governance filing was processed at nine-seventeen on a Monday morning.I was not at the council offices when it happened. I was at the kitchen table in the house, in the specific quality of early morning that the south-facing kitchen had in April — the light coming in at an angle that moved across the table as the hour progressed, which I had started using as an informal clock. At nine the light was still on the left side of the table. By nine-thirty it would have shifted to the right.Aldric sent a message at nine-twenty. "Filed and processed. Official reference number attached. Council archive entry confirmed."I read it.Set the phone face-down on the table.Picked up my coffee.Renn was in the sitting room with Caden, conducting what appeared to be a systematic review of all the books on the lower shelf, which he had been working through for three days with the thoroughness he brought to everything. He had not yet understood that the books could be opened, or if

  • The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate   94

    Damian's POVThe house settled into itself over six weeks.That was the phrase Caden used settled into itself and it was accurate in the way his observations usually were. The east wall repointing was done in the second week. The kitchen window latch was fixed in the third. The third stair's creak was assessed in the fourth and determined to be structural rather than incidental, which meant it was going to be there for as long as the house was, and Renn had learned it by the end of the first week and now navigated around it with the specific automatic adjustment of someone who had incorporated a variable into their baseline.He was sixteen months old. He had incorporated the third stair.I was forty minutes north of the house for most of each week, at the pack house where the council matters and the administrative work and the daily governance happened. I drove it at seven-fifteen each morning and drove it back in the evening, and the drive had acquired the specific quality of a known

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