{Ryanna’s POV}

The Hunt Ceremony had most likely ended hours ago, yet the camp was still awake. Still blazing.

We crossed the entrance into the Moonskin pack proper expecting commotion, maybe a fight, maybe the aftermath of a disaster. Instead, we walked into a celebration.

It didn’t register at first. The drums were too loud. The firelight is too warm. For a moment I thought it was a delusion, some trick of smoke and exhaustion. But then the cheers rang out, and the aroma of roasting meat ...