I had seen it everywhere afterward—the memorial discounts at shops, the posts flooding social media, the way people had spoken about it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Everyone had known. The entire pack had been honoring that day, remembering the tragedy, paying their respects to the Alpha King's parents. The late alpha king and his wife.
I had even seen people posting about it online afterward. People were visiting the Goddess on that day. It was a public holiday.
Everyone knew.
Everyone except me.
Because I wasn't from Novaterra.
I didn't know the history. I didn't know what that day meant. I didn't know where Kasteil was taking me or why he was acting the way he was. I had no context, no frame of reference, no way to piece together what was happening. I was stumbling through the dark, and he had been holding the flashlight without ever thinking to shine it in my direction.
And instead of telling me anything, he had simply taken me there.
