SAVINA’S POV
Heath led me silently through the festival path.
Stalls lined either side of it, lanterns adorning their counters in ways that caused light to pierce through the darkness of the night.
Laughter, choking and infectious, filled the air. It wasn’t anything less than the magic I’d pictured.
I heard the cajoling voices of the stall owners as they called out to buyers. Food, handmade crafts, games, as well as several Pack monuments, were a fun-filled delight.
Amid the thrilling laughter and excited noise, soft music rang in the background. Frankly, the overall energy gave life to the night.
It was perfect—well, not wholly.
Heath hadn’t said a word all through our walk to the market, making the moment feel awkward and quite confusing.
If our training hadn’t ended on a go
