Anara"I want something," I said.We were in the south garden in the late afternoon, the warm end of an autumn day that had been mild enough to make sitting outside pleasant, and I was on the bench and he was beside me and the pack house was quiet behind us and Lyra was in the library and Zephyr had gone for the day."Tell me," he said."I want a day," I said. "Just the two of us. No council meetings, no balance sessions, no correspondence, no briefings. One day where we are not the Alpha and the Luna and we are not managing anything."He looked at me."Just a day," I said. "Outside. The territory. Running if you want to run. Or not running. Somewhere that is not the pack house.""When?" he said."This week," I said. "Before the source arrives and everything becomes what it is going to become."He was quiet for a moment. I felt through the bond the specific calculation of a man who ran a large and complex community and was working out how to give it one day without him and give me the
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