Mercedes’s Point of View

The great hall of Silver Moon throbbed with life.

The heavy bass of Afrobeat music pulsed from the speakers, vibrating through the very foundations of the pack lands. It was my sixteenth birthday, and Zane had thrown a lavish party in my honor. Live bands performed on the massive stage, and later, a DJ would spin the hottest tracks, keeping the energy high.

The atmosphere was electric.

Silver Moon had never witnessed such a spectacle. For ...