2Lanterns hung from branches, gleamed beautiful golden lights. Wolves danced under them, masked, cheering and drinking, happily dancing.The Night of Veils.I knew that ceremony, I heard of it while growing up but never witnessed it. Feels good to finally appear to see one.A once-a-year celebration where scents were hidden by enchanted incense so every wolf could forget their rank for one night.I stepped closer, drawn to the warmth and anonymity. No one looked at me. No one called my name.I slipped on a discarded pink sapphire gown from a merchant’s stall, tied a dark mask over my face, and stepped into the dance.For the first time, I wasn’t Lyra the scentless Luna. I was just… a girl under the moon, to live in the moment.Suddenly, I saw a masculine figure jolted across me.He stood at the edge of the dance floor, tall and broad, his mask black and carved with gold. His presence speaks power. When our eyes met, I felt my heart sank.He moved closer, then held out his hand.I hes
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