Chapter 190

• Mia’s POV
• It was a night to remember, with laughter and joy echoing through the woods. The Rising Moon Festival became a symbol of hope, a testament to how rivalries could be dissolved through understanding and friendship.
• Amidst the festivities, a mysterious figure emerged, lurking in the shadows. This enigmatic werewolf seemed out of place among the revelers, and their intentions were unclear. Suspicion spread like wildfire, and whispers of potential danger circulated through the crowd.