The ceremony had become a sea of bodies. Unlike Lanster, a lot of wolves from other packs visited Erast for the festival. Erast had always been the entertainment district of Ustia and well known for their good service, beautiful female wolves and irresistible food. She and Espen had always dreamt of visiting it but with the current situation that was the last thing on her mind.
Phaeryl stood among them, surrounded by silk, gold, perfume, and the low murmur of voices that seemed to rise and fall with the music. Somewhere ahead, the elders seemed rather engrossed in their discussion. At intervals, the occasional solemn phrase she tried to ignore carried over the crowd, but none of the words stayed with her.
What she hated more than the solemn phrase was the fact that her attention kept dri
