Kaya
"You're sure you can't come?" I almost plead with Samantha. My best attempt at puppy eyes makes her lips twitch, but her resolve doesn't waver.
"Sorry, babe. Family dinner that night." She sighs, tension pulling at her features. "Honestly, I'd rather be with the girls, but if I skip this one, my folks will never let me hear the end of it."
I let out a matching sigh, resignation settling over me.
The secret gathering the twins mentioned turned out to be the annual celebration of Lunarium—an ancient tradition where the female wolves of each pack come together to honor the Moon Goddess.
They pray, perform sacred rituals, and make offerings in hopes of winning her favor and securing blessed fates for themselves.
I've heard stories of Lunarium before, but I've never been invited to witness it. Its date shifts each year, tied to the moon's cycles. This year, it falls at the very end of December.
