IRIS

The moment we step outside, the air feels different. Everything looks familiar, yet the atmosphere carries a weight that makes my chest tighten. The trees around the Haven are lit with warm lanterns that flicker like small stars. Wolves from our pack walk beside us in their ceremonial clothing. Some hold candles. Some carry gifts. Some simply watch me with soft smiles, like they know what this night means before I even allow myself to feel it.

Daisy squeezes my hand. She has been talking the entire walk, but I barely process her words. My dress sways behind me in a soft, maroon pool. My heart beats a little...