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Lily stared at Greyback, taken aback by his question. She almost laughed, but held it back, shaking her head instead. Yes, yes, of course it is, she insisted, smiling gently instead. It's just a party to celebrate. All the packs in the valley are invited--at least the ones that have treated us with kindness thus far. Which have been all of them, to my recollection.

The blackbird turned to Valette, shoulders lifting in a shrug to her second question. That's up to you if you both want to go. It's going to be the night of the solstice. . .it's coming. Maybe. . .a dozen more nights or so? I'll send a howl up, so you know. She had no idea how she was supposed to get the word out throughout the valley, but by god, she would try.

It's the longest night, Lily explained patiently. A celebration of midwinter. We tell stories, get to know each other. Singing, dancing. It's special. Was it as special as Mum had made it out to be? Now she was starting to have doubts. She had to stay firm; she'd come too far to just give it up now.