Page 170 of Crystal Luna

“Care to walk with me, Renly?”

“Always, Luna.”

As they stepped out of the house, she led him towards the greenhouses around the outskirts of the village. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“He died like he’d always wanted to: serving and protecting his pack.”

“That doesn’t lessen the pain of his loss.”

Renly’s shoulders slumped and his tough façade cracked. “You’re right.”

“How is Lisabeth holding up?”

“Keeping herself busy. I believe she’s begun to sort through his things to make room for the next beta.”

“Sounds like her. She’s always been a busy woman. How are you holding up?”

“Good.”

“I’m not asking you as a warrior. I’m asking the man who lost his brother.”

Renly shrugged. “Sometimes it just feels like a bad dream. Then there are hours that I just stare at the wall crying, unable to move. I guess I’m like Mom—I try to keep myself busy.”

“What helps you?”

“I like running.” He tilted his head and studied her for a moment. “I know you two didn’t get along. He didn’t tell me what happened but whatever it was, he truly regretted it.”

“I know he did.” And that was the truth: she knew that Ely felt remorse for his actions. But remorse didn’t heal her memories. “If you or your parents need anything please let me know, okay?”

“You’re very kind.”

“I’m not sure if I can accept that compliment.”

“Please do, Luna.”

“If you insist.”

When they reached the greenhouses, Renly gave her a respectful nod before leaving her behind. She’d always enjoyed the greenhouses, especially in the winter. They were kept warm by the solar panels and additional UV lamps, allowing them to grow fresh produce even during the coldest of winters. She walked along the rows of fruits in search of her favourite: strawberries.

A soft voice behind her startled her. “Would you like a basket, Luna?”

Velora turned and saw a redhead standing by the second entrance.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, Luna.”

“It’s alright, I guess I was deep in thought. What’s your name?”

“Carrie.”

“You’re Luka’s mate.”

“I am,” she confirmed, eyes bright with pride.

“I heard you like organising things—the book club and baking?”

Carrie’s cheeks blushed and her gaze dropped to the small basket in her hands. “Yes. We are coming together this afternoon to cook for Ely’s family. Where I’m from, we do that for grieving families so they don’t have to worry.”

“That’s very kind of you.”