After months of heavy snow and crisp cold, winter had finally thawed and gave way to spring. Snow was finally melting, and the days were starting to turn warm.
“Those lanterns need to be higher, Hazel,” Jessie’s bossy voice cut through my moment of peaceful appreciation. “The festival starts tomorrow, and everything needs to be perfect.”
I bit back a sigh and continued hanging the colorful paper lanterns along the forest clearing. The spring festival was one of the biggest events of the year—a three-day celebration shared between Emberfang and Ironhound packs in the neutral forest patch that separated our territories. Tonight’s fireworks would officially kick off the festivities.
“The lanterns are at exactly the right height,” I replied, not bothering to hide my irritation. “Any higher and they’ll get lost in the tree branches.”
Jessie flipped her sleek black hair over her shoulder. “Luna Evelyn specifically said they should be visible from both sides of the clearing.”
