The packhouse was bustling with cheering spirits. Everyone was preparing for the upcoming celebrations. The full moon ceremony was underway, and it was a joyous time for all werewolves. Felix stood on the terrace of the house looking outside. It was yet another ceremony he would have to go through without his mate. Every year he would be eager to get involved and celebrate in hopes that it would appease the Goddess, and he would finally meet his mate, but it never happened. He stopped feeling ...