Lunar Lake
His hand lingered at my shoulder, grounding me as the noise swelled around us.
Plates were piled, mugs lifted. Micah started the first howl long, deep, proud and one by one, voices joined him until the walls shook. I felt the sound vibrate in my chest, a chorus that wasn’t just noise but a promise.
Pups scrambled under the tables, laughing as they wove through legs, while older wolves slapped each other’s backs, recounting the battles that had brought them here. I caught bits of stories, names spoken with reverence, scars displayed like trophies. All around me, I could feel the weight of what Tyler had just declared this wasn’t just about survival anymore. It was about the future.