Caleb smiled and lowered his eyes.
“So… I take it that means you won’t be Luna of Broken Crag?” he asked.
Fiona let out a soft chuckle.
“No,” she said. “I have been Luna of a pack… it is not a role that allows for… self.”
Caleb looked back into her eyes. He expected to see regret or pain. He knew that while she had always done her job and done it well, it had hurt her. It was one of the things that had always bothered him, figuring out how he could help ease the burden on her shoulders and give her the joy she deserved.
But as he met her eyes, he saw no regret or pain. Only the warmth and ease she had been showing him since the start of their conversation.
“You look happy,” he whispered. “I feel like it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you look this happy… even when Dad was still around.”
Fiona smiled.
