FAYE
It was finally evening.
By the time the sun dipped low, the pack house felt alive in a way that only happened on nights that truly mattered. Lanterns glowed softly along the paths outside, music drifted faintly through open windows, and voices—laughter, greetings, reverent murmurs—rose and fell like a living pulse.
Almost everyone was here.
Not just those who lived within the pack house walls, but those who stayed farther out, on the edges of the territory. The ones who didn’t always attend gatherings unless it was important.
Tonight was important.
Tonight was a celebration—for their Alpha, for his victory, for his continued leadership over Blood Crescent.
Somehow, standing in the middle of all of it—or rather, just outside the center of it—it still felt surreal that I belonged
