{Ryanna’s POV}

By the time I returned to the camp, the moon was already climbing.

The stars looked different. They carried an almost holy light. Maybe because tonight wasn’t just any night — it was the Night of the Clear Moon. A celebration as old as Moonskin's history itself.

A sacred night dedicated to the patron deity of the Moonskin pack. The Moon Goddess.

Tonight would be filled with laughter. Drinks and prayer.

I didn’t have time to brief everyone on what had happened all ...