Blaize moved with one purpose, her anxiety had become a consistent, frantic, buzzing energy beneath her skin.
The River Pack's New Moon Festival was already starting after the ritual, but all the vibrant sights and sounds were lost on her. The air which was thick with the scent of roasted meat and celebratory bonfires, did nothing to soothe her nerves. She wove through the throng of wolves feeling like a ghost in the midst of celebration.
In her mind, her every step was a plea to the Moon Goddess for Selene's safety.
She passed a vendor's stall where a craftsman was demonstrating how to carve bone into intricate beads, his hands moving with ancient wisdom. Nearby, a couple of friends roared in laughter during a game of "pin the tail on the rogue," .
There were Two young wolves were locked in a fierce, arm-wrestling match, their faces a mask of concentration as they strained against each other, cheered on by a small but vocal crowd.
