Camila's POV:
It's finally the day of the blood moon celebration. I feel flutters inside, just knowing I'll attend it.
I'm now a member of Red Moon pack. I can't believe it. Just a few weeks ago I was a rogue, scared of being stoned to death by angry pack members. And now, I can walk through the pack as freely as I want.
I met up with Mark outside. "What's wrong?" I asked, noticing how he was staring into the woods surrounding the cabin.
"It's nothing, the night is really peaceful." He said with a smile and turned to me.
My heart skipped a beat. "Are you ready?" I asked.
"Of course. Let's go."
It crossed my mind that maybe I should tell him, the feeling that's been lingering on my skin since we came back from the pack house two days ago.
The feeling of eyes watching my every mov
