#Chapter 151: Can’t Breathe

Nicholas I never would have admitted it, not to anyone or even myself, but I spent three days straight thinking of nothing but Kayla. The moment she walked into the forest, wearing nothing but some practical training gear with only a flint and steel kit in her pocket, her head held high despite the jeers, she filled my mind and pushed everything else out. For three days, I hardly slept, hardly even ate because I was so worried about her. Normally, the Darkmoon Festival was just an antiquated tradition that annoyed me to no end, yet another formality to keep the pack happy each year during the bleak winter. But this year was different. This year, for the first time in my entire life, I actually gave a shit about the outcome of the hunt. During the three days that the participants were in the forest, I arranged the feast that would come afterwards, focusing on miniscule details such as seating charts and musicians. Typically, it was the Luna’s role to