From Ashes to Their Luna novel · Chapter 24 of 24

Chapter 24: Their Luna

The first morning of spring, I woke up in the big bed at Hollow Creek with Kieran's arm over my waist.

Light came in at the window. It fell on the wall where my father's portrait used to hang.

We had taken it down in the autumn, and nobody had put anything in its place.

"You're awake," Kieran said into my neck.

"I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry. You're the Luna of two packs."

"Then the Luna of two packs wants bacon."

He laughed against my shoulder, over the half-moon scar that had faded to silver, and kissed it.

We had made a rule that winter.

Three nights a week at Hollow Creek, three at Stonepine, and the seventh wherever the weather sent us.

Neither of us had ever broken it.

I washed and dressed, and I pinned my mother's brooch at my collar.

I walked down the main stairs with his hand in mine.

The house was loud. It had never been loud before.

Somebody was laughing in the kitchen.

A child ran past us with a bread roll in each fist, and she did not look back.

"Morning, Luna," said the laundress, carrying a basket.

"Morning."

"Morning, Luna," said the cook, from the kitchen door. "I made your plate."

She had made it every morning since the first day.

She pretended every time that she had not.

The old healer was at the stove with a kettle.

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