Hunter's Moon
It had always been a hard no from Trey even to take part in Hunter’s Moon a week ago.
A little closer to the front, the beta said, “The Alpha won’t like you carrying that yourself.”
She cast a quick sideways glance at him. It would be more appropriate for one of them to take her bag inside instead of joining the exequies with it. After all, everything would be over before dusk and she’d be gone as quickly as she came. Without a word, she held it out to the closest wolf, who took it.
On the podium where the black cist sat, her eyes fished out Trey standing with another Alpha. Her welcome team peeled off to line up the front row and Trey turned to face her with his familiar green eyes sparklin
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