*Through Sage's Eyes*
I lost the fourth hole too. This was frustrating. I hated losing but I didn’t want to look like a brat.
“Truth,” I said. I figured this was the main reason he wanted to play, so I decided to indulge him a little bit. I could always refuse to answer.
“I want the story about how you became Luna.”
That wasn’t too bad. Most people in the pack knew that one, although I didn’t love talking about that time. And I didn’t want to bring down the mood.
“I promise you I’ll answer that later. But I don’t want to bring down the mood, so I’m not going to tell you now. But really, I’ll answer later.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” he said as we moved to the fifth hole.
I was sick of losing. As he lined up his shot, I squatted behind the ball. With m
