Epilogue
ROB
New moon pack meetings were formal. Organized. There was a schedule. An agenda. Everyone attended.
Full moon runs happened organically. They weren’t required, but they were still tradition. A constancy that every wolf could attend if they wanted to run with others, and they almost always did. Wolves needed to run when the moon was full. There was aggression that had to be let out. s****l tension. It was unavoidable, especially if unmated and definitely if leaning toward moon madness.
Tonight was the first time I’d run mated. No wildness haunting me. I wanted to run now not out of desperation but out of pleasure.
The mountain was the safe place to roam, so that’s where we usually found each other, up in the hills above everyone’s homes. We had the pack lodge most started f
