“You’ve never been to the moon festival before?” Ariah’s eyes bulged.

“I’m not from a werewolf family,” I explained, placing my neatly folded clothes into our shared closet. Ariah had moved her clothes to her side to make space for mine, but it was a tight fit. Where her side was overflooded, mine was mostly empty.

I wasn’t sure how werewolves worked for money, but it was at the top of my list of things to do. “Like I said, humans don’t go out of their way to take part of anything out of the human norm.”

“Hmm,” Ariah responded. “I’ve seen a lot of humans partake in our festivities.”...