Elena’s POV:
The night air was cold, carrying the faint scent of burning wood and something sweet—maybe roasted honey bread from the festival stands. The full moon festival had always been a grand occasion, celebrated with music, food, and most importantly, the mass shifting under the moon’s glow. The festival was a night where new wolves could shift without the excruciating pain of their first time.
I went through my small pile of clothes, looking for something warm enough to guard against the cold but not too bulky to stand out. My fingers brushed over an old, oversized sweater, and I pulled it over my head before heading out. The moment I stepped outside, I was met with the sight of half-naked bodies everywhere—men and women wearing the barest of clothing, some already shedding them i
