The Westmoor Pack accepted me quickly, because my grandmother had once been the Luna of the Westmoor Pack.She had remarkable healing gifts, and the pack members all respected her deeply.Here, they didn't call me Luna. They called me Ivy.During the day, I arranged flowers at the flower shop, sat outside with my coffee, and watched customers browse.The wolves of the Westmoor Pack never asked where I'd come from. Every now and then, they'd buy a bouquet.The days passed peacefully.Every day I arranged flowers and drank coffee.Lately, my belly had been growing day by day, but no one asked questions.The Westmoor Pack didn't ask about my past, and I didn't bring it up.After I posted my last update, I deleted everyone connected to Silas.I thought I'd never see him again.At least, I didn't want to.That evening, on my way home, I caught a familiar scent of tobacco and coffee beans, and then I saw a lonely figure standing under the dim streetlight.My steps halted.Silas saw me, his f
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