Chapter 50

Daphne

ANNUAL YOUNG WOLVES FESTIVAL

Once a year, every pack in Louisville gathered on the mountainside—a night of celebration, alliances, and silent power displays.

It only comes once in every year, but it was a day I always long for.

Even this year, a part of me wished I had stayed home.

Music, firelight, and the scent of hundreds of wolves filled the air.

Daisy and I were always chaperoned every year, but this time, we are adults. We would have the fun we want without getting stopped, well, except hanging out with boys.

Dad and mom would be there. They were part of the organizers this year, and I am sure they would have their eyes on us.

“All done,” Daisy said, smiling at me, or rather, admiring her work.

I had wanted to escape after getting dressed, but she dragged me back because it was the night I shouldn’t forget, so I needed some makeover.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and for a moment, I wondered who the