@alincrosenthal
the hunter’s moon is safe enough for now if for no other reason than strength in numbers. half the pack is here as usual, crowding the counter and accosting their favorite tables as ben waits by the door. “finally,” he sighed as a familiar figure shuffled in, following her closely, “i almost went out looking for you, allie. not like i can hear your motorcycle from five fucking miles away anymore,” ben quietly reminded her, voice falling to a dismal murmur.










