D A M O N
It was a full moon night tonight. We always had a full moon once every three months. Where pack members of age would gather in the clearing, to celebrate, to run as wolves, and to remind ourselves of the unity that bound us.
As Alpha, it was my duty to lead. But tonight, my heart wasn't in it.
I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching as the pack members began to arrive. They were laughing and joking, their faces lit with excitement.
Kiara was by my side, her hand in mine. She looked beautiful in a simple white dress, her hair flowing in the gentle breeze.
She hasn’t been able to perform in the last full moon because she was under the weather. She had to watch from the sidelines with the pack members and the wolves who were too old or too young to shift.
I squeezed her
