The drums started at dawn, their deep beats calling every member of the Crimson Fang pack to gather. Laura stood at the entrance of Dante's cave, watching as wolves hurried through the camp with excitement lighting their faces.
"It's starting," Dante said, appearing behind her. He placed a gentle hand on her lower back. "The Hunt Festival."
Laura turned to him. "What exactly is the Hunt Festival?"
"It's our biggest celebration of the year," he explained, his golden eyes bright with rare joy. "We honor the season's successful hunts and thank the moon goddess for her gifts."
Laura nodded, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach when his hand remained warm against her back. Three days had passed since their night in the stone circle, and something had shifted between them—something ne
