Autumn's POV

FEW WEEKS LATER

The day of the Moon Festival finally came. George’s pack had been preparing for weeks, and I had been looking forward to it because I wanted to forget all the pain and just live in the moment for once. The decorations were so bright and beautiful—lanterns in every color floated in the air, flowers lined the pathways, and the whole place smelled of roasted meat and sweet wine. Everyone was laughing and chatting, and it almost felt like nothing bad had ever ...