#Chapter 137: The Darkmoon Festival

Kayla We ran for a little while, the cold night wind whipping at our faces, before the group eventually slowed and came to a stop in a large clearing that was cut through by a small, frozen stream. Noah stopped alongside the frozen water and I slipped off his back, briefly pressing my forehead to his wolf’s in thanks before he shifted back into his human form. Emma, Jade, and Marcus approached, all beaming and breathless from their run. “Well?” Jade asked, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and tugging me close. “How was it? Invigorating?” Despite my earlier anger, I couldn’t help but nod and smile softly. “It was nice. Really nice.” I glanced at Noah. “Thank you, Noah. I feel a lot better now.” “Anything for a friend,” Noah replied, looking almost sheepish. As we all caught our breath, I noticed that a group of warriors across the clearing were talking animatedly, gesturing wildly with their hands. They looked excited, more excited than I’d expec