#Chapter 130: The Spring Festival

Aria After a few days spent in the pack lands, we returned home. The trip was much shorter now, since I could shift and run back through the forest with Darren and Lucas by my side. Freeing, too. But when we returned, I felt even more stifled than ever. At first, I figured I would just adjust like I had before—that my wolf would eventually get used to the change in scenery, at least until we had a chance to get out in nature again. But as the days passed and I continued to feel pent up, I realized that my melancholy had nothing to do with my wolf. The spring festival. The one festival this time of year that I used to truly look forward to. Darren, of course, noticed my apathetic expression. We were sitting in the living room of his—our—apartment. Lucas was in his room, playing with a new set of toy cars that Darren had bought for him, and the two of us were going over plans for the next phase of our campaign. But my mind kept wandering, drifting back