Alpha Bladen POV
Bloodmoon did not wake to silence that morning, it woke to bells.
Not the sharp warning chimes of danger, not the frantic calls that had become far too familiar in recent weeks, but deep ceremonial bells that rolled through the pack like steady heartbeats. They echoed off stone and timber, carrying the promise of celebration whether the pack felt ready for it or not.
Victory had been announced at dawn, causing another means of celebrations to echo throughout the ends of Bloodmoon. Most were in awe of such a feat, regardless of the pack's current position, we still stood tall... I stood tall.
Crestfallen had been put under our territory of reign, their Alpha was in custody and their resources were ours. That was all the people needed.
The pack surged to life with a hun
