Cara's POV
The festival decorations made the pack grounds look extremely beautiful.
I stood in the medical tent, checking supplies that didn't really need checking, watching the celebration from a safe distance without being a part of it.
"That's the third time you've counted those bandages," Mia whispered mockingly in my head.
“I'm just being thorough," I shot back.
"Being thorough," she repeated. “Is that supposed to be another word for hiding?”
Of course she knew I was hiding, I just didn't want to admit it.
The festival was a way of showing the pack and allies that Blue Moon was strong despite Thorne's attacks, but still I had not really been to a gathering like this since my eighteenth birthday—the party I poisoned Thorne definitely doesn't count—so it was kind of weird.
Throu
