I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing myself. The ethereal silver gown flowed around me like liquid moonlight, its delicate fabric catching every hint of movement. Tiny crystals sewn into the bodice sparkled with each breath I took, while the skirt seemed to float in a perpetual breeze. The dress was both modest and alluring—covering me completely while somehow accentuating every curve of my pregnant body.
"You look like the goddess herself," Lyra whispered from behind me, her eyes wide with wonder.
I smoothed my hands over the growing swell of my belly. "I look like I'm about to fall over from anxiety."
Tonight was the Wild Hunt—the sixth night of Solstice celebrations. Despite Kaelen's reassurances yesterday during his shift, my nerves were fraying. The gossip and whispers I'd overheard from pack members had been circling in my head all day.
*The human Luna won't survive the Hunt.*
*No one can resist running when the drums begin.*
