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BLOOM’S POV

As the moon festival began, the Pack was illuminated by the moon. Celestial orbs cast their glowing beams upon the surroundings. Captivating sights shimmered and came alive under their ethereal touches. Lanterns floated gracefully, illuminating the darkness with their tender radiance. The stars sparkled and twinkled in harmony, and fireflies danced in the air, casting mesmerizing glows upon the atmosphere.

I heard the howling of wolves, the music and the beating of drums, and the moving of feet to the beat. Tonight was my chance. I couldn’t stay here for another moment. I would finally say goodbye to the Pack that has shown me so much physical and emotional pain. Staying another moment longer would be the end of my life.

Inside my room, I looked out the window, seeing that the entire Pack members had gathered. It was an unlawful thing for anyone to miss the moon ritual.

I found myself on the edge of desperation. After all the years of torment and excruciation, my plan to