(Tyra's POV)
The pack house had been bustling with preparations for the Hunter's Moon festival.
For the past few days, warriors had been carrying crates through the courtyard while maids decorated the hallways with autumn branches, lanterns, and ribbons in Springfield's colours. Even from the library windows, I could hear the distant laughter drifting up from outside.
According to Athena, I wasn't going to regret going.
I highly doubted that.
Knowing the entire pack would be there made my stomach tighten.
I'd suggested staying behind.
Athena had looked me dead in the eyes and informed me that backing out wasn't an option.
Apparently, that had been the end of the discussion. On the bright side, there'd be roasted meat.
That alone almost made the whole thing worth it.
I looked up f
