Mated to the Night Wolf
She mumbles, her eyes lift and when she realizes everyone watches her she adds, "I have heard the Celebration is for a mating. The maids whisper it."
"A mating?" Vale echoes from across the wagon, her eyes watch the girl, "In the Night Court?"
"Let us not pretend we have not heard the stories," another Girl grunts.
"Julie," her friend beside her quips, her eyes wide.
Julie presses her lips shut, glancing at her friend.
"What stories?" I find my lips move, prodding them to speak.
I am confused.
"Of the Night wolf," Julie blurts. Her friend smacks her arm at this.