By Shadowlight Lake
Freya had wrapped fairy lights around our necks like glowing scarves, declaring us "the most fashionable pack girls on campus."
The night was warm, the moon was bright, and everything felt wonderfully possible.
"We need snacks!" Odette announced, somehow making it sound like a royal decree. "To the minimart!"
"Od, it's almost midnight," I tried to reason, though the wolfsbane cider made everything feel wonderfully fuzzy.
"Exactly! Prime snacking hour!" Freya agreed, the fairy lights in her hair twinkling as she twirled. "Plus, we're all wearing green. We're basically invisible."