AMARIS
One week as Luna.
I kept waiting for that sentence to make sense and it kept failing to.
Nia had her hands in my hair, working through a section near the back, and I was sitting on the edge of my bed watching the wall and running through the past seven days the way you ran your tongue over a sore tooth. Over and over. Learning nothing new except that it still hurt.
Alpha Corvin had not summoned me to his room since that night. He had left for an Alpha trip the following morning, would be back in two days, and the gap he had left behind was either a mercy or a deliberate cruelty and I could not decide which. The pack had settled around me in his absence. I had been doing Luna things with Nia, sitting in meetings, signing things, learning which senior pack members wanted to be looked in the eye and which ones preferred the shelf three inches above your head. I had been very busy and very good at pretending I was not thinking about three separate men at the same time.
