Third POV
The morning opened with a hum of life across Al Rayyan. From the heart of the city, groups of wolves and their families poured toward Santa Ridya Bay, the large lake that stretched wide like a mirror between the hills. It was the day of the Boat Festival, one of the most celebrated events in the region, and all and sundry gathered there dressed in their finest.
The bay had been transformed. Banners in gold and crimson hung from tall poles planted around the shore, fluttering in the steady breeze. Boats, carved and painted with bright patterns, floated near the docks, ready for the competitions and processions that would take place later. Stalls lined the edges of the path, selling sweet breads, roasted meat, and drinks that filled the air with sharp spice. Laughter carried acro
