Olive's POV
Today was the festival of the moon. I had totally forgotten about the day, due to the chances of our impending doom growing higher by the day. So, the chances of remembering a fun holiday was slim to none.
I decided to sleep in, completely oblivious to the preparations going on all around me. Lanterns were hanging on a long thin rope, the air was heavy with roasted meat and pepper sauce and laughter was the new music.
The moon festival was similar to the new year which humans celebrated. It signifies fresh beginnings and rebirths and the very best of life.
Not a single werewolf held a frown on their face on this day, because it was respected in every pack, both the good, the bad or the rotten.
It was a sacred day. I wasn't alarmed or worried about Serena and Ethan attacki
