The Night of the Gala. The big night had finally arrived. The sun went down, and the moon rose high in the sky.
I pulled the dress over my head. It felt like a weight pulling me down. I didn't put on any jewelry. I didn't put on any makeup. I let my hair hang flat and messy. When I looked in the mirror, I didn't see the White Wolf. I saw a woman who looked like she had lost everything.
"I'm sorry," I whispered to my reflection. "Just hold on for a little longer."
I put one the herbs that l got from Alice in my mouth. It tasted like dirt and old lemons. It was disgusting, but I chewed it until it was gone. I felt a strange, heavy warmth spread through my chest. It felt like my soul was being locked behind a thick stone wall.
The Pack House was transformed. There were hundreds of candle
