Chapter 11
Mireya’s POV
“That is all there is to our pack” I said, breeze whipping my hair backward. We stood in the Full moon clearing, the only bald spot in the pack’s land.
It was said that the moon goddess herself had caused nothing to sprout there for as long as we exist.
Drake scanned the area, his eyes flickering over each tiny rustle in the woods. “Why don’t we go back to the pack house? It is time for lunch already” I suggested, starting the walk back to the pack house.
Now that I thought of it, there was no sign of preparation for the Crescent moon festival. What was going on?
Pack members and pups trouped into the pack house, the space clamoring with people as everyone took their seat.
The pack members that worked in the kitchen prepped the table, their faces glistening w
