LYRA
The festival glowed with a strange, ancient light, not from the sun, but from a pale sky. Everything looked like it was made of moonstone. Ash-colored trees with flowers that didn't smell but seemed to pulse lined a wide path. And the wolves…
Every single one was white.
Dozens of huge, glowing white wolves stood on both sides of the path, watching with deep respect. I felt like my feet knew where to go, even though I'd never been here. At the end of the path was a stone altar with symbols like the ones on my dagger and the packs from the Lunar Alignment. When I got to the altar, all the wolves looked up, their eyes fixed on me.
A low purr started, a mix of a howl and a song from the wolves. It felt like another heartbeat inside me, and tears came to my eyes. I felt like I belonged
