Coronation
"The fire festival?" Biham almost squeaked. He knew what that was.
The fire festival was only celebrated in the Draka Kingdom and it was when the werewolves met their mates and mated them. Men and women from all over the kingdom were invited once a year and it was their chance to find a mate. Though finding one was as rare as finding a needle in hay stock, yet they all came and took their chances. Most ended up marrying after knowing each other for a while, whereas some were marriages of convenience.
"B—but Tania is too young to attend it!" he protested. He was scared that she wouldn't return if she found her mate. What if her mate turned out to be a slave like that of Sirrah? What if he turned out to be of lowly life? He simply couldn't let his daughter be out of his sight.
"How old is she?" Eltanin asked, narrowing his eyes.
"She has just turned eighteen."