Aria Snow pov :
The annual Pack Festival of the Silver Moon was a breathtaking, vibrant spectacle of light, life, and ancient supernatural tradition.
Held in the massive, sprawling clearing just beyond the tree line of the Alpha Estate, the festival was a grand celebration of the pack's founding. Hundreds of massive, roaring bonfires painted the cool autumn night sky in vibrant, dancing shades of orange, crimson, and gold. The crisp evening air was thick with the mouth-watering scents of roasted meats, spiced apple cider, burning pine wood, and the overwhelming, joyful pheromones of thousands of wolves celebrating their unity.
I stood in front of the ornate, full-length mirror in the Rose Room, smoothing my trembling hands down the skirt of my ceremonial gown.
The dress was an abso
