Aria's POV.
I sat in the back of the car, my hands gripping the seat, my heart pounding, my eyes darting to Celeste beside me. We had switched cars after arriving at the park. Liam got sick and I urged Brian to take him and Sonia back to the pack house, leaving Celeste and I alone with the new driver.
The air was warm, the windows open, the forest blurring past as we drove through the market town, gathering supplies for the Lunar Festival.
My blue dress clung to my skin, damp with sweat from a long, hectic day of shopping, piles of fabric for banners, baskets of food for the feast, candles for the rituals, all stuffed in the trunk.
My silver hair stuck to my neck, my wolf, Kyra, growling, her unease sharp, sensing my fear of Celeste, her green dress bright, her dark hair swaying, her grin sly and wicked.
