FAYE
The night of the full moon in Blood Crescent was supposed to be a night of joy, unity, and tradition.
Laughter rang through the clearing, wild and free, rising with the sparks of bonfires that lit up the woods in shades of orange and gold.
Wolves darted between trees in their shifted forms, pelts catching the glow of the moon as they chased one another in playful bursts. Others danced in human form around the fire, their feet pounding in rhythm with the drums, their cups raised high, their voices carrying songs of strength.
I tried to let myself get lost in it. For a little while, I even managed. Irene had grabbed my hand earlier and spun me into the circle of dancers, her eyes bright as though she carried the moon inside her. I let her laughter fill the empty places in me, let m
