The Blood Moon festival was scheduled for the following day, with all pack members expected to attend. Zane visited me in the guestroom where I'd stayed overnight, arriving two hours before the event with a garment bag in hand.
"I've got something for you to wear to the festival," he said, offering me the bag.
Initially, I felt a hint of appreciation. However, upon discovering it was yet another item belonging to Linda—a yellow, frayed-edge dress that clearly wouldn't fit me—my gratitude evaporated. I fixed him with a blank expression and pushed it back to him, my demeanor icy.
"No, thanks," I stated frostily.
He reacted with an irritated sneer. "You're so unappreciative!" he snapped before storming off angrily.
I sighed resignedly as I watched him leave. When it was time to depart for the festival, I donned my finest dress and applied makeup. Glancing in the mirror, I allowed myself a small smile, pleased with my appearance.