As a child, I always looked forward to the summer festival.
It wasn’t a massive celebration with flashing lights and huge parties, but it was an excuse for all the lycans to get together and thank the goddess for the beginning of summer. My father used to tell me that in the past, the goddess would come down and celebrate with lycans during the festivals.
It was a simple ceremony and it was usually held around noon when the sun was at its highest. A few people would go earlier to worship at her temple, but the main ceremony was at noon. It was straight forward: we’d bring a harvest at noon and spend the rest of the day celebrating.
We held the celebration with the rest of the pack as a way to keep them involved. There weren’t up to thirty lycans in the pack, and the last thing I wanted
