With each passing day, Audrey tries to make herself make sense out of her new life with werewolves in it.
Today was no exception.
The moon hung low in the sky bathing the forest in a pale glow. The atmosphere around Adam’s estate was electric charged with anticipation for the moonlight festival. The forest behind his building now took shape of a festival ground.
A sacred event Audrey had only heard whispers about.
Adam had been tight-lipped about the details leaving Audrey to piece together fragments from Martha and the staff. Tonight however she would see it for herself.
Adam appeared in the doorway dressed in a sleek dark ensemble that hinted at his wolfish heritage. “Are you ready?” he asked his voice soft but firm.
Audrey hesitated brushing a hand over her swollen stomach.
