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Chapter 29 Good Night

A thick layer of sparkling snow blankets the ground outside the cabin. Blue swathes of light coats its silvery surface as the blue hour descends. Crisp alpine and fir perfume the cold air. It feels sharp and clear as I inhale its fresh scent, catching the hints of the scents gathering behind me.

I step out into the wintery wonderland and lean against the outside pole. I watch in fond silence as snow lazily falls from the sky. The tiny flakes dance past my face before settling on dark, wet wood.

A shiver passes through me as the wind picks up. Dizzying swirls of snow rise from the growing snow banks. Low visibility lasts for only a few seconds before the world settles once again.

"Lottie..." a voice rumbles behind me. A set of arms slides around the curve of my waist and pulls me close. I lean back into his chest, eyes fluttering as I take in his heady scent of sandalwood and musk. "Come inside. We're almost ready."

I angle my face to look at Namjoon and press a kiss upon his soft lips. "A few more minutes?" I plea.

His dark brown eyes soften, giving away to endearment. "Of course." He returns my kiss, light and sweet.

"We have quite the feast in here," I comment with a smile as the door closes quietly behind us.

We stand outside in the frozen world, melded together at the seams.

"They've been cooking all day," Namjoon replies. "They haven't let me in. I'm banned from the kitchen." He pouts visibly, pulling a laugh out of me.

"Aww, my poor baby," I coo as I squeeze his large hands in mine. "Can't stand being left out?"

He puts out his bottom lip further and lowers his head into my shoulder. He nuzzles me for a moment, his light stubble ticking the base of my neck. Goosebumps rush over my skin at the sensation. I giggle lightly and push back on him.

"It's not fair," he complains with the hint of a smile.

"I'll talk to them," I threaten playfully. "They'll have to listen."

Namjoon laughs quietly as he continues to nose at my neck, scenting me as his own. "Our Luna," he says. "The most powerful of them all."

My heart swells at the title, taking pride in how he says it. How much it means to them. How much it now means to me.

I am the Bangtan Pack's Luna. The hearth and heart of the home. I don't want to be anything else in this world.

In Calemari, I showcased a newfound power. According to the others raised in well-established packs, Lunas and Sols have a rare ability to exert their will over others like an Alpha. It has to do with their influx of hormones and a touch of the supernatural, an ancient power bestowed upon them by Hestia.

"It's rare, but that's our Luna," Yoongi said when he explained.

A chorus of cheerful laughter comes from the house.

The windows are aglow with warm, buttery light. Frost curls over its glass yet it does nothing to penetrate the radiance from within. Shadows of my fellow packmates move in and out of view. Occasionally, their shadows crash into each other, welcoming them into their arms. A beautiful rhythm of love thrums through the foundations of the cabin.

It's a mysterious thing, love.

I shiver again and Namjoon nudges me to move back to the house. "We should go in. They are almost ready."

I nod, though my eye catches on the memorial stone placed near the side of the house. It's placed near the gardens, where the roses will bloom eternal.

Our memorial for Rosalie, the Luna of the Nightwalkers.