Freda Pov
Two days before the full moon, I decided to take a walk around the pack gardens. I needed air. Needed sunlight. Needed to feel normal for a little while before everything got crazy.
The gardens were beautiful this time of year. Flowers everywhere. Bright colors and sweet scents. It was peaceful and calm and exactly what I needed.
I brought a basket and started picking flowers for the mating rites. White roses for purity. Red poppies for passion. Blue forget me nots for loyalty. Each flower had meaning. Each one was important.
"This is nice," I said to myself. "This is exactly what I needed. Just some quiet time. Just some peace. just alone time."
The sun felt good on my skin. Warm and gentle. After being trapped in that dark room during the heat, this was heaven. I turned my face up to the sky and just breathed.
