OLIVIA
As the moon, a luminous silvery orb makes its ascent above the horizon, members of the pack gather in the open pack field to celebrate the appearance of the new moon- an advent of a new season. Everyone seems so happy and energized as they eagerly wait for the night's events. Lanterns decorate most of the trees, giving the surroundings a touch of enchantment.
"Happy moon festival, Luna Barlowe," A group of young girls greets in a chorus as they walk past me, their faces glowing with excitement and anticipation. I smile, thinking for the thousandth time about how hard it's going to be getting used to being called by a name that hasn't always been mine. A few days ago after the ritual of protection, Dillon asked me to move in with him.
"An alpha must stay with his Luna," he said. "
