BRIAR’S POV
The ceremony begins once the sun has fully set, and the full moon sits atop the sky, casting its soft, gentle white light that illuminates the streets. It’s as if the goddess herself makes her presence known among us.
Tavian and I stand alongside the rest of the onlookers, though we’re surrounded by a few guards for protection—my protection, to be exact.
The crowd is eerily silent, but there’s a slight hint of romance in the air.
The unmated wolves gather around a wide bonfire lit by the presiding priestess, a stout older woman with wild, curly white hair and piercing blue eyes that seem to shine in the night.
She performs a cryptic dance around the fire, as if stirring the spirits around us. I watch every bit of the event with interest and awe.
I had only ever heard
