That night, Alpha Dave's kingdom was alive with activity. The werewolf knights patrolled the perimeter of the kingdom, their eyes keen and their senses heightened. Their footsteps echoed through the corridors, their presence a reassuring symbol of protection.
In the bustling kitchen, the cooks moved swiftly, their hands a blur of motion. Pots clanged, and the aroma of simmering stews filled the air. Amidst the organized chaos, conversations filled the room.
"I hope the Alpha enjoys his meal tonight," one cook remarked, glancing at the tray of delicacies being prepared.
"He deserves the best," another cook replied. "His leadership keeps us safe and thriving."
The maidens flitted gracefully through the castle, attending to their duties with precision. They dusted and tidied, ensuring the
