The Crescent Moon Pack’s Spring Festival was in full bloom by the time the royal convoy arrived. Vibrant lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, their soft glow casting a magical light over the pack’s bustling grounds. Laughter and music filled the air as pack members indulged in the festivities, unaware of the arrival that would leave them awestruck.
Elenor’s heart thumped in anticipation as she looked out the car window. The sight of her former home stirred a myriad of emotions—nostalgia, excitement, and a touch of nervousness. Beside her, Damien wore his usual composed expression, though his sharp eyes scanned the scene outside with practiced precision.
As the convoy rolled to a halt near the central festival grounds, a hush fell over the crowd. Slowly, heads turned, and whispers spread
