Rylee's Pov
The blood moon day finally arrived. Every young wolf was happy and getting ready to meet their mates tonight. I watched from my balcony at the preparation going on. Each pack always threw a party on the blood moon night to make it more lively for their young cubs, and the parents always lurked around, sipping a drink and watching them find their mates. I used to look forward to the parties even when I hadn't found my wolf. I used to imagine what finding him would be like and when we would be running in the woods and howling to the moon before we marked ourselves. It used to be a pretty sweet dream for a young wolf until my first mating ceremony came and passed.
