It wasn’t until the sun had dipped low on the horizon that Micah whisked me outside the pack. My ears twitched, picking up the frantic rhythm of the drums, thrumming a crazy sound that had me bopping my head.
I clutched his hands tighter as we made our way through uncharted waters. The moon was slowly making its entrance, giving light to the crowd that had gathered in front of his house.
Unlike other packs, there was no central pack house. Everyone lived on their own in bungalows scattered around the pack, with extra ones built for newcomers.
The men stood shirtless, dressed in what could be a ceremonial garb of bear skin, while others were cloaked in hides of deer and elk. The females were in long white dresses that swept the earth, looking every bit like angels.
A hush passed through
