Hannah
The feast was in full swing, the aroma of roasted deer filling the thick forest air and mingling with the lively sounds of the live music.
I meandered my way through the crowd, casually sipping a glass of iced tea. My muscles still felt loose and relaxed after that run through the forest, the coppery tang of blood lingering at the back of my tongue.
A group of children darted past me, nearly knocking me over, their squeals of laughter echoing through the clearing. I stepped aside quickly, narrowly avoiding a collision with little Adam, who seemed to be leading the pack.
“Sorry, Luna Hannah!” he called over his shoulder, not slowing down for a second.
I couldn’t help but smile as I watched them disappear into the crowd. My hand unconsciously drifted to my stomach
