Kenna
The main temple of the Moon Goddess sits beside a lake which is currently illuminated by lanterns that make the water glow. Large tents cover the wide, grassy plain between the lake and the temple, and music rises to the star filled sky.
I’ve never seen so many people in one place at one time. Eastonia is big, sure, but my people are more secluded than the packs that hug that territory surrounding the Alpha King of Crescent Fall’s lands.
Over two dozen packs bleed into Crescent City, their territories separated by walls, or woods, or even just a single street.
On the far side of the lake, I can just see the castle where my aunt and uncle live.
I smile, my cheeks straining. I’m glad I came here, even if I don’t find my mate. The city is intoxicating.
Ryan and I lost Sydney
