The last rays of the sun were fading, casting long, orange shadows across the floor of the daycare.
Luna sighed, wiping the counter for the tenth time. She had sent Clover home early with one of the royal guards (courtesy of Rurik), wanting to finish the inventory alone.
The silence was heavy. Without the chaotic energy of the Cubs or the commanding presence of the Dads, the shop felt too big. Too empty.
"Inventory check," Luna whispered to herself, ticking a box on her clipboard. "Flour: low. Sugar: adequate."
She locked the front door, the click echoing loudly. She leaned her forehead against the cool glass, her long bunny ears drooping.
"I hope I can do this, Prim," she murmured. "I hope I don't let you down."
"You look like you're mourning a carrot."
Luna shrieked, jumping a foot in the air. She spun around, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Jax was leaning against the kitchen doorframe.
