m a distance, there was the sound of drums, mixed with laughter, music, and the crackle of big fires. I
dark hair as she tried to stay hidden. Her heart beat too fast. She shou
t Nightfang territory. She had walked
t could heal her little girl's fever. Isla was only three years old, and she fell sick every full moon. Her sickness was getting worse each tim
eyes. Too many old memories. Too many
ching the ground. The festival smelled of roasted meat, sweet wine, and burning pinewood. Children ran wit
ghtbane. The Alpha she once loved. The
His deep voice. The way he held her that on
mory away. There w
who sold herbs wrapped a bundle of moonleaf in paper and handed it to he
oze. "Ho
a small smile. "The m
d through the air. The music stopped. The crowd b
n Nigh
ught the light of the moon. His dark eyes searched the crowd like a hunter. His scent
r now. Colder too.
. Her fingers held the moonleaf tight as she s
ad to
te was
was not loud, but it was sharp enough t
rough the stalls, past the fire, under the hanging lights. The path to the f
A deep growl that on
Ly
g years. It was enough to stop h
grabbed