"Do you have a dress at all?" Logan was leaning against my room's doorway with his arms crossed and his words was tinted with amusement.
As I rummaged through the tiny clothing I was given, I gave him a fierce look. "Why would I? I didn't pack with the intention of attending a werewolf festival.
He grinned, that smug, angry look that seemed to be imprinted on his face forever. "I'll send one up." Whether you like it or not, you are required to go.
I turned to him and slammed the closet door. "Anticipated? By whom?
"By the pack," he answered, his voice a little softer. It's customary. The Moonlit Festival is attended by the Luna. Even if For a brief while, his eyes shifted to the ground before returning to me. "...even though she doesn't think of herself as one yet."
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