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The one at the bonfire.

Calista’s Pov.

I look on in amazed wonder. Not quite sure of what is going on but still basking in it all the same. The voices of hundreds of wolves including Tarla washes through me.

I never thought that I would consider the sound of howls as beautiful but this, this is something that I cannot properly put into words. It is wonderful.

The howls go on for minutes and a little sigh goes through the crowd as the howls come to an end with floating notes. The little wolves trot up to the podium, and I watch as Max leans down and pats them on their little furry heads. The little ones shift and someone presents them with clothes which they promptly change into.

After wearing their clothes, Max calls them each by their names and presents them to the pack. Something in my heart melts as I see the open trust on the children's faces as they look from Max to the pack.

“He does this every year?” I ask without taking my eyes off the scene in front of me.

“Yes, it's usually just two or thre
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