Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling of The Moonstrike Pack mansion's banquet hall, reflecting a soft yellow light onto the sturdy stone walls and maroon carpets.
The long oak table was filled with crystal glasses, flickering candles, and the aroma of wine mixed with roasted meat that filled the air.
The Elders sat in a row on the left side, while the elite Warriors stood guard near the door, their bodies stiff with alertness.
Alpha Jasper stood at the front, side by side with Luna Heather. Their faces appeared calm, although their eyes revealed their anxiety.
When the large double wooden doors opened, a strange aroma immediately crept in.
Isolde, a girl with jet-black hair and pale skin like alabaster, stepped out of a luxury car that had stopped right in the courtyard.
