*Three Days Before Silver Fang’s Moon Ball*

*Noah*

Keeping myself busy with the pack, and on the down low, had proven less difficult than I thought. Merida clearly didn’t like giving me the space I needed, but I convinced her not to pester me much.

My parents were busy with various pack concerns, including problems that had come up with enemy packs. They did put pressure on me to move on, and I assured them that I had.

It was a lie, of course, ...