Ariven chuckles as he helps me to take a seat in front of the stage, a stage set up under the ancient maple tree that has been standing on Hidden Claw's territory since ancient times, its roots buried and slinking throughout the pack lands. Mika is already sitting in his designated spot, his eyes scanning my body. I ignore him and instead turn my focus to the man beside me and happily straighten the tie he is wearing that has shifted out of place.
"I cannot wait to get out of this suit." Ariven states with an exasperated sigh. I roll my eyes at his pouting and snuggling close to his side, waiting for midnight, when the moon is high in the sky and the ceremony will begin. We don't wait long as the unlit torches suddenly ignite, the flames a golden hue instead of the regular red, orange
