Chapter 17

Selene's POV

It was finally night time, the pack was bubbling with laughter, and the cheerful sound of patriots dancing seamlessly around the bonfire.

They all sang songs of freedom,while holding hands, they yelled at the top of their voice, with all certainty that their voices would reach the bosom of the moon goddess.

Ella sat beside me, clapping and hopping on her seat, she had the blood of a lamb on her face just like everyone, Lucian had rubbed it on her face, and on mine too, same with everyone in the pack, it was the mark given to newly born wolves, and since he had casted their past away, it was only right that he gave them the mark that made them truly free.

It was a happy moment for everyone, except me, I was stuck in a maze of memory, all with the help of my liquor, it made it easier for me to delve deeper in a stream of thought and conflicting emotions.

I watched as Lucian danced around the flames, bare chested, with the horn of a bull in his hands, he sipped from it then