Diane's POV
The house was buzzing with excitement the next morning. From my spot by the window, I watched as everyone scurried around, getting ready for the festival. The boys were especially hyperactive, racing in and out of the house, their laughter echoing through the halls.
Felix and Selene moved quickly, taking care of last-minute details, adjusting their outfits, and playfully teasing each other. They had a comfortable, easy way with each other that only came from being together for a long time.
The festival was a big deal. Every werewolf would be shifting, and their wolves would be decorated with colorful beads and shimmering clothes. It was a time for pride, celebration, and showing off one's wolf.
And I had nothing to show. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, starin
