It was early in the morning of the third day of the passing of the red moon. The pack was finally allowed out of the pack house for the festival.
The red moon festival.
Dylan walked out of the house, stretching his back. Young kids ran past his legs towards the play area laughing in glee.
“They look like they’re having fun. Where are the warriors? Have they started to train yet?” he glanced back.
His young beta stood there scratching his black hair with a bored look on his face. He had dark circles under his slanted eyes and he was constantly yawning out loud.
Just one year ago this young man had taken over his father’s position surprisingly he was very good at his work. Everything went so smoothly after having him by his side.
‘He lived up to his name…’ Dylan thought with a proud lo
