Eva watched the dancers move gracefully beneath the crimson glow of the blood moon. The long-awaited Blood Moon Festival had finally arrived.
Earlier that evening, she had arrived with her stepsister, Braelyn, who had been unusually pleasant toward her.
"Enjoying the dance?" Braelyn asked, handing her a glass of wine.
"It's nonalcoholic, honey," she added with a sweet smile.
Eva nodded and took a sip. "The northern traditional dance is iconic."
They chuckled.
"I suppose Alpha Lucas has something to do with that," Braelyn remarked. "He spent his early adulthood in the north. I've heard life there is terrible."
"What do you mean?"
"The people suffer from hunger, extreme cold, constant rogue attacks, and some strange disease that affects their wolves."
Eva frowned. "Their wolves?"
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