The Pink Moon Pack’s estate was alight with activity. String lights hung from the trees, casting a warm glow over the expansive backyard. Tables adorned with silver and gold linens were set with intricate floral arrangements, and a grand stage stood at the far end, ready for the evening’s speeches and entertainment.
Devon stood on the balcony overlooking the festivities, adjusting the collar of his tailored suit. He could hear the hum of laughter and conversation below, the mingling of pack members and guests from allied territories. His father had truly gone all out.
“Devon!”
Devon turned to see his mother, Luna Cassandra Sanchez, stepping onto the balcony. Her sleek evening gown shimmered under the light, and her proud smile only made him more nervous.
“Hey, Mom.” He kissed her cheek
