Anila's POV

The circus was still performing in the heart of the pack, surrounded by numerous residents watching with great joy, as if it were daytime.

I had dyed my hair black, wore the borrowed clothes from Judy, and used some eye-altering concoction to make my green irises less conspicuous, for they were uncommon in this place. Now as I strolled along, no one paid my golden hair any attention. The greenish-blue attire I wore felt comfortable, nothing like the heavy robes I used to wear. I cherished this sense of freedom.

The bonfire dance was yet to commence, so I wandered around the stalls. I bought a few charming...