Sierra’s POV
I looked at Tanya and smiled. She looked good in her off the shoulder white dress, the same as I was wearing. In fact, all of us women were wearing the same simple white dresses; good enough to dance in and celebrate, but not extravagant enough to cry over after it is torn to pieces. Because that is what will happen to them; tearing to pieces when we shift later in the night to go for our runs in the full moon. I guess we could just strip before changing and save the dress or just change to T-shirts like we normally do, but we would be too excited for the run by then and bursting out of the dress with white fabric flying all around has become a norm for the Fall moon festival.
“We look good!” Tanya declared proudly. I rolled my eyes at her but didn’t contradict her because
