[Dove]
The Whispering Moon Pack does not observe the same rituals as the other werewolf clans; they do not have prayers when there is a full moon.
But every year, on the night of the brightest full moon, they have a grand feast with lots of singing, dancing and drinking.
The tiny coincidence seemed to encourage my secret mission: mend the relationship between Cole and the Moon Goddess. Since that day by the waterfall, my mind often drifted back to the pain I saw in Cole’s eyes; somehow, I felt responsible.
It was like my husband having issues with his mother-in-law, I sighed at the thought as my scribbles returned to my view.
“Are you alright, dear?”
I looked up from the paper and found Connie leveling her concerned eyes with mine. I nodded and returned a weak smile. “Yes, Connie. I’m just- just a bit nervous about the feast that’s all.”
She placed a hand on my shoulder and pressed it lightly with a sympathetic smile. “That’s why I’m here, dear. To help you.”