The Werewolf sat two desks away wearing reading glasses while arguing with a sentient spreadsheet.
Life was bizarre.
“Third cluster,” I answered after reviewing the projection. “Align it with the eastern lunar pull or the tide calculations in the Nephilim sector will collapse.”
Gunner grunted.
“Got it. By the way, Uncle Uzzi sent in a whole slew of new requests for the app,” he told me and I nodded.
The older Witch had come to us with his matchmaking app months ago and it was up and running.
I couldn’t believe it, but it was true.
Date to Mate was a real app dedicated to charting supernaturals’ courses to their fated mates using my software—along with help from earthbound Shifters with knacks for coding who worked for Uzzi Stregovich.
Magic flashed briefly around his workstation as he input the corrections.
I leaned back in my chair afterward, staring through the massive tower windows overlooking the cliffs of Northumberland Island.
Night blanketed Runevald beautifully.
Auroras shimmered above the Institute and the ley lines crossed through the multiverse itself while moonlight spilled silver across the black sea below.
Home.
The realization still startled me sometimes.
Not Runevald.
Her.
Luna had become home so completely that every place without her now felt vaguely wrong.
The matebond pulsed warmly through my chest as if summoned by the thought alone.
Gods.
I missed her already.
“You’re doing it again,” Gunner muttered without looking up.
I frowned.
“Doing what?”
“That creepy lovesick staring thing.”
“I do not stare.”
“You absolutely fucking stare.”
“I contemplate.”
“Yeah? Well your contemplating face looks horny.”
I bared my fangs at him.
The Werewolf grinned.
