Noah POV

Six years.

Tomorrow marks six years since Chloe died, and the weight of it presses down on my chest like stone.

I still think of her every day. Her laugh—bright and infectious, the kind that made everyone around her smile. The way she tilted her head when she was thinking. How she always knew exactly what to say to make me feel like I could handle anything.

Chloe would have been an incredible Luna. Strong. Compassionate. The kind of leader this pack ...