~ Dana~

Dana sat quietly in a corner in the Mooncrest pack, her fingers tapping gently on the steamy cup of tea Milan had made her. The moon crest pack was warm, Fire crackled lightly by a corner to ease the warm but not enough to ease the burden that was going through her mind.

Her head cocked to the side as she peeped through the window, the members of the Moon Crest pack were chatting and laughing, their liveliness in contrast to her loneliness and pain of banishment.

She is grateful for the kindness being shown to her by the Mooncrest pack, but the guilt of lying about her...