Beneath the Alpha's Moon

Eldur’s P.O.V.

I had stepped into Nova’s house, feeling out of place, like a shadow in a sunlit room. The soft hum of the world outside felt distant, almost unreachable, as the door clicked shut behind me. Nova’s place was cozy, warm even, like the kind of home people brag about when they talk about their happy lives. Even though it was a small place, It was too normal for someone like me.

I didn’t belong here.

But here I was.

I lingered by the kitchen door, unsure of what to do with myself. Nova hadn’t said much since I arrived—she never really asked, and I never really volunteered. It felt easier that way, even if it didn’t make sense.

"Alright," she said, pulling me from my thoughts as she tossed a look over her shoulder. She was pulling out mugs and chocolate powder from the kitchen cabinets. "Let’s do this."

I stood there for a moment, still rooted to the spot. What was I supposed to do? Sit down? Stare at her? Was there a script I missed? I cleared my throat and completely walk into her kitchen, trying to act natural, like I wasn’t completely out of my element.

Nova didn’t seem bothered by the silence. She busied herself with pouring milk into a pot, her movements slow and deliberate. I leaned against the counter, watching her.

"I’m still not sure what I’m doing here," I said, my voice quiet. The words felt clumsy, like they didn’t quite fit in my mouth.

She didn’t look up but I could feel her grin. "That’s okay," she said, her tone playful. "I’m sure I don’t know either. But I’ll figure it out. I’m good at that."

I raised an eyebrow. "What, figuring things out?"