We walked toward the vast outdoor area behind the pack house, where the music was already pulsing through the air, setting the tone for the celebration. It was clear the Moon Fest had already begun, the hum of laughter and conversation mixing seamlessly with the heavy bass vibrating from the speakers. The scent of bonfire smoke, grilled meats, and something sweet—maybe caramelized apples—wafted through the cool night breeze.
Lainey wore a humongous grin beside me, her excitement practically radiating as she tugged me forward with our arms interlocked. She was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, her anticipation feeding into mine. My mates trailed behind us, just as elated. I didn’t even need to turn around to confirm it—I could feel it. Their energy wrapped around me like an in
