Chapter 31
Mireya’s POV
As the days flew by, we scoured through the woods for more rogues but found none. Gradually, the tension that had descended into the pack bled away.
It was time for the Crescent moon festival. Now that the priestess was back, decorations and preparations were on going.
“What are you going to wear for the festival?” one of the betas asked as we sparred, our breaths coming out in heavy huffs.
“I don’t know, my clothes?” I responded, my hands grabbing at her. “Don’t tell me it would be a repeat of the last festival” She groaned out, avoiding my hands.
My face twitched at the mention of the last Crescent moon festival. That had been the time Xander and I lost one of our pups.
I cleared my throat, my eyelashes fluttering rapidly. That was enough distraction for th
