#78

Eve’s POV

I was feeling exhausted, my body aching from the strenuous effort of the past two days spent helping to repair the damage at the Crescent Moon Packhouse. The aftermath of the attack had taken its toll on everyone, and both our pack and theirs were working tirelessly to rebuild.

As I packed my belongings, preparing for our imminent return to America, I observed Amy walking past me. I marveled at how quickly she had bounced back from the recent turmoil.

"To be honest, I can't wait to go. This whole ordeal got to me. Werewolves, attacks, competition. I'm dying for a long bath and a movie night, just the two of us," Amy remarked as she settled down beside me.

"Me too," I admitted with a tired yet genuine smile.

"Let's head downstairs. The car must be waiting for us already, and the flight is going to be long," I suggested, rising from my seat.

Amy swiftly closed her suitcase, and together, we made our way towards