Every year, the Moonhowl Pack celebrated the rise of the silver moon, a night to honor the goddess who had blessed the wolves with their bond and bloodline. It was the pack’s most sacred night, a celebration of unity, of rebirth, of the bond between wolf and moon. But for Korra, it was the first festival she would attend as a member of the pack.

The pack house buzzed with life from dawn. Members strung up lanterns in gold and white, while the scent of roasted meat, honeycakes, and pine ...