ZANE'S POV
The view of the pack house was a sight to behold. Wolves, both young and old, were busy decorating the lawn for the Moon Festival. Laughter and chatter filled the air, a stark contrast to the losses we had suffered during the recent attack.
I stood on my balcony, watching them, allowing a quiet sense of relief to settle in. They deserved this moment of peace… however brief it might be.
Footsteps thudded on the wooden floor, stopping beside me. He didn't say anything but I already knew it was.
“Tell me, why in the name of the Moon goddess is Xander insistent on attending this festival.” My voice was tight, already holding back the annoyance I felt. “Doesn't he have more important things to do with his time than to meddle in the affairs of others?”
“Alpha, you are well aware
