Harvest Moon Baking Company Novels & Stories

Chapter 65 SEBASTIAN The pack bloomed with brighter colors as the Harvest Moon festival arrived. Since the break of dawn, neighboring packs had been trickling in steadily—some arriving in small groups, others in larger contingents. Each group brought gifts to offer to the moon goddess in thanks for the harvest. It had been an absolutely hectic morning for Pete and me. We had been summoned to assist with welcoming the guests, helping them find comfortable places to stay in the hall, and carrying the various products and offerings they had brought with them.

Kamrynn's POV Kyven’s avoidance was immediate and absolute after my rejection, and honestly, it was a relief. The absence of his endless chatter felt like a weight had been lifted, especially now, with the palace abuzz with preparations for the Harvest Moon Festival. The festival was one of the biggest events of the year, a celebration that spanned all Packs, dedicated to honoring the Moon Goddess for her blessings and protection. I had loved it as a child. Back in the Obsidian Pack, it had been my favorite holiday, a time when everything felt magical and alive. Before life turned upside down, Sherelle and I would gather wildflowers to make crowns for everyone, our laughter echoing through t

Ernie had no family, and her stepping in to keep an important part of the community alive had brought us all closer together. We'd had an old-fashioned type of barn raising. People from two counties over in each direction came to help us remodel and expand The Café. It's now doubled in size, with updated everything, and I knew from talking to Havoc that Leighton was doing very well for herself. So well, in fact, she'd brought Brooks into the business two years ago, and they have become a formidable team. Once their family name was known for moonshine. Now? The Strathers are known throughout the six-county area for having the best food, desserts, and the most hospitality anyone could ask for.

Gratefully, most wolves went to the bar for harder drinks, having a liking for whiskey, so I was usually not busy. Breakfast came and went and we started preparing a large feast of salads, pasta, loaded fries, chicken and sausages. My mom was the head chef today, so it was easy. The kitchen had a multitude of ovens, grills and hobs to keep up with the demand, so it was no surprise that there were twelve of us in here. I was mainly on meat preparation, something to keep my hands busy and my head down. Besides, the pack was in a hustle of happiness since the other pup of their Alpha was turning 18 tonight.

The road opened up as we got further from the pack territory, trees thinning on either side, the sky wide and pale above us. It was a good driving day, clear and cold, the kind of light that made distances feel manageable. Shane talked in the easy way he had, not filling silence for the sake of it but comfortable when there was something worth saying. He told me about Blue Moon, the parts that nobody included in the official descriptions. The bakery near the east gate, run by a woman named Ottie, had been making the same bread for forty years. She would tell you exactly what was wrong with your life while wrapping it.

Alyse and I grabbed a fish each and took a filleting knife from the magnetic holder on the wall. “Let’s show them how it’s done” Alyse smile, holding the knife up in front of her. She gave me a quick wink and got to work on the fish. Maya was already underway working on her fish. I smiled inwardly, well okay then, let’s cut up some fish. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Authors Note. Welcome back to The Moon series, for those who have continued on reading, thank you. You've had your first look at some of our new and very important characters. Any guess as to who they might be, and how hey will impact the story to come? Leave me a comment wit

I take another sip of the wine. “Why are you going to New York, Rosie?” He slowly asks. “I got a job interview.” “With whom?” “SweetHarvest Treats.” His body tightens. Is it because he does not know about this company? It’s so popular. “It’s a food processing enterprise. They started with chocolates but now, they sell all kinds of bakery products and packed food,” I explain. “Oh,” he whispers. “What about you? Where do you work, Carter?”

Cassie started unloading the truck with her sisters. Everyone was working hard to get ready for that night’s festivities, and she definitely couldn’t be seen slacking. Tonight marked the beginning of the Harvest Moon festival, and her pack, Sableridge, was hosting for the first time in 19 years, the last time being the year of her birth.

I'd chuckle and chat for a while before responding with equal warmth, happy to see their faces light up as they entered my little haven. The air was filled with the enticing scent of freshly brewed coffee, oven-fresh bagels, and cookies, wafting from the kitchen where my talented baker, Emma, worked her magic. Located in a small town that barely saw outsiders, Moonbeam's had become a staple, a place where locals gathered to share stories and laughter.

Each of them held large woven baskets filled with fresh produce. Bright red apples,Bundles of leafy vegetables, Carrots still dusted with soil. And small cloth bags filled with herbs that filled the room with a pleasant scent. The moment they saw me, they bowed respectfully. “Luna.” “You didn’t have to wait,” I said warmly. “It’s our honor,” one of them replied. I stepped closer to the baskets, admiring the harvest. They had done beautiful work. This was an old tradition in Blood Moon. Whenever the farmland produced the first harvest of the season, it was brought to the Luna before anyone else consumed it.