Auren POV

Lysandra jogged up the front steps, sweat shining along her skin from her morning run. I gave her a short nod polite, nothing more before turning my attention back to the stretch of pack grounds glowing under the faint light of dawn.

“You’re up early,” she said lightly, sliding onto the porch swing beside me.

I swallowed a sigh as she kicked us into motion, the chain creaking. I hadn’t come out here to swing. I’d wanted silence one quiet moment before the Crystal Moon ...