Sweet Little Mate
"We don't have what you would call a traditional pack, but we do have a pack."
"Does it have a name?"
"We are the Luna of the misfits, the lost, the broken, those who have been cast out. They are our pack." I repeat what Nova told me verbatim.
"What? No, no, that can't be. You can't be." Luke is stuttering now, his hand running through his hair yet again. His face is pale, and his eyes are wide.
"We are the Luna of all who need us," I said simply. I'm not quite sure what this truly means, but I know Nova was right. We are going to have a long day.
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