There are only a few days left before my leave ends, and I’m still nestled in the heart of the werewolf pack.I’ve come to enjoy the peaceful rhythm of life they embraced here, tucked deep in the mountains. It’s quiet, calm. Everyone has their own role, their own purpose. And if you walk down the gravel path between the cabins, every single person greets you like family.It’s a close-knit community, no outsiders.Except me, of course. But I seem to be the only one who thinks that. Everyone treats me like I’m already their Luna."Morning," Maggie greets as I step into the nursery, just like I’ve done every day this past week."Good morning," I reply, smiling as I join the children. They’ve just finished breakfast, and I instinctively begin clearing the dishes."Oh, look who's here," Tasia announces as she enters with an empty plastic crate."Morning to you too," I tease, and she waves me off with a grin as she starts collecting plates. I gather the utensils and drop them into the crate.
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