CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The air crackles with laughter and the strum of guitars as I weave through the pack, my heart buoyant in the joyous tumult of our Spring feast. Kyle is at my side, his arm brushing mine with every step, sending little jolts of electricity through me. His familiar grin, the one that had been etched into my memory during our childhood, is now wider than ever under the twinkling lights strung between the trees.
"Remind me again why we agreed to be at the center of all this?" he shouts over the music, brown eyes alive with mischief.
"Because you can't resist a good party, and neither can I," I shout back, grinning.
As we reach the dais, adorned with wildflowers and ivy, there's a cheer from the pack. Kyle gives me a knowing look before stepping up, taking my hand to help
