HEATH’S POV
Tonight’s events were nothing but torment and temptation.
For so many reasons, I couldn’t stand the colorful lights from the lantern stalls, and neither could I find solace in the soulful music that seemed to set everyone else alive.
For a festival that held so much significance to many wolves, it was almost a sin to hate it as much as I did.
But, of course, good old Pierce scribbled it into the plan and left me with no choice.
Seeing our hesitation, the people only sang louder, their claps quickening.
The night had been bad enough, and the last way I expected it to end was being spurred into a dance with Vina by a very eager crowd.
Every bit of the place was f*****g agitating—tugging at the buried memories of everything I’d lost.
Alyssa used to love the Night Marke
