Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

Grayday held in a laugh. The story was so familiar to him, etched as it was into his heart. He'd left both his homes looking for something more, never stopping to see that his life was passing him by. Ambition had died in his heart, and now he lived only for his duty and the love he bore he children, and every member of his pack.

To look at Moonstone, so young and beautiful, the words were almost painful to hear.

"Well, you seem a good sort. If you find yourself looking for a pack in the meantime, you're welcome to make your home with me." With us, he might've said - but she was pretty, and heartache sometimes made Grayday give voice to perilous thoughts. Hopefully, his word choice would not be too significant to her.

Whens he offered the fish, he hesitated only a moment. "If you don't want it," he agreed. When you had kids to feed, you took every morsel.