The sun was rising when Talia's eyes fluttered open to see that she was sleeping next to Damon with her head on his shoulder. They were in bed, in the master bedroom of the packhouse.
She was home.
The previous night was eventful and heart-stirring, and she couldn't believe that they did it. Damon was free from the dark magic and there was no more danger he will forget about her, and she stood in front of the Dark Howlers pack as Damon's Luna. It happened.
Talia feared that the Dark Howlers pack will complain how she was not Marcy or some other high-profile she-wolf that could bring benefits to the pack, but the last night's pack run passed without incidents of such sort. The overall mood was good, and people were excited, but what touched her the most was the pride she could feel from Damon. It was as if he achieved something monumental and it amplified her joy to know that she only needed to exist next to Damon for him to be happy.
