Natasha
The festival was in full swing by the time the sun set. Bonfires lit the clearing, casting dancing shadows across laughing faces.
Someone had brought out instruments. A fiddle, a drum, something that might have been a lute and music filled the air along with the smell of roasting meat and honey wine.
It had been too long since we had a reason to celebrate, but three successful supply raids in a row on the enemy pack and no casualties meant tonight we could let ourselves lose.
I stood near one of the fires, watching people dance. Seraphina was dragging Dimitri into the circle despite his protests, and I smiled at how she laughed when he stepped on her feet.
They looked happy. They were in love and it made my chest ache with something I didn't want to examine too closely.
"Yo
