Marked By Midnight
Laughter rippled through the crowd, wolves gathered under the moonlight, their eyes bright with anticipation.
“We're happy to have another full moon celebration,” I said as I stepped onto the platform, “but Luna will not be joining us tonight.”
A collective sigh of disappointment spread through the crowd.
“I know,” I continued, softening my voice. “She’s feeling a little under the weather, but I promise to record everything for her. Next moon, we’ll celebrate together.”
There were cheers and polite applause, which was enough. I asked Mira to capture everything on video.
Meanwhile, I sank into one of the chairs, my attention far from the performances, even as children twirled and danced under
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