Now, they are back in Northern Acadia. The werefolks had prepared a banquet to celebrate the return of the Alpha and the others. Every family in the village had contributed a dish for the mini-feast, each one made with care and pride. The banquet was set inside the castle’s wide courtyard, where long tables stretched across the open space, adorned with food and laughter alike. Every werewolf in the village was present. Elders with knowing smiles, lively adults exchanging stories, and even children running about, their excitement filling the air.
A rich variety of appetizing dishes lined the tables, each more tempting than the last. The mouthwatering aroma of roasted meats, freshly baked bread, and sweet delicacies drifted through the courtyard, wrapping the castle in a warm, inviting scen
