Aria.
The full moon gathering was the one night every month where the palace came alive in a way it didn't any other time.
I had been watching the preparations since morning. Torches being lit along the outer grounds. Long tables being carried out.
Pack members arriving from different corners of the territory, filling the corridors with noise and unfamiliar faces.
Everyone moved with a particular kind of energy on full moon nights — looser, louder, more alive. Like something in the air itself changed when the moon was full and everyone felt it whether they wanted to or not.
I felt it too. I just had other things to think about.
"Tonight," Freya said quietly, not looking up from what she was doing. She was grinding something between her fingers, her eyes on the window.
"Tonight," I
