Chapter 17 The Festival Of Moons

• "Tradition demanded we honor the moon. Destiny demanded I face him."
• The Academy hummed with restless energy that made my wolf pace frantically beneath my skin.
• Banners of silver silk and deep indigo velvet draped the ancient stone walls, their metallic threads catching the afternoon light like captured starlight. Paper lanterns strung high across the courtyards swayed in the evening breeze, their warm glow competing with the silver radiance of the rising moon. Everywhere I walked, I felt the undercurrent of excitement threading through the student body like an electric current-wolves preparing for one of our most sacred traditions.