Chapter 33
Three days after the archive incident with Elder Thorne, the entire compound buzzed with preparation energy. Tonight was the full moon celebration—a monthly tradition that apparently involved way more ceremony than I'd expected.
"You'll need this,” Sarah said, appearing at my door with a flowing ceremonial dress draped over her arms. The fabric was deep midnight blue with silver thread embroidered in intricate patterns that looked suspiciously like wolf prints.
I held it up against myself. “This is… formal.”
“It's tradition,” she explained, her eyes bright with excitement. “Everyone dresses up for the Blood Moon celebration. It's like our version of a sacred holiday.”
Through my window, I could see pack members stringing ceremonial torches throughout the grounds. The flames
