#Chapter 157: Moments from the Past

Hannah The stars twinkled over our heads as Noah and I lay on the roof of mine and my sister’s rental house. The air was warm with a slight breeze, just cool enough to be comfortable inside of Noah’s oversized hoodie. At fifteen, I felt both young and old, caught between childhood and adulthood. Noah, at seventeen, seemed so much more mature, so much more certain of his place in the world. We had only just met a week prior, and already I looked up to him. And maybe more than that. I found him to be quite handsome, although I was too shy to say it just yet. Either way, we had practically spent every minute with each other since that day at the lake. He had showed me and my sister around Nightcrest pack, taking us to all of his favorite spots. While my sister eventually grew tired of the company and went off to do her own thing, Noah and I were inseparable. “Look!” I whispered, pointing up at a streak of light flashing across the sky. “A shooting star!”