Chapter 60
DARIUS
The pack hall was filled to the brim with people. Some were seated at the long tables, while others stood along the walls, chatting and laughing.
Cups of local brew were being passed around, and the air was thick with the smell of roasted meat and bread.
The atmosphere seemed festive, almost celebratory, though this was not truly a festival. It was the coronation of the newly shifted wolves—young pack members who had recently experienced their first transformation and were now ready to be officially welcomed into the pack as full members.
I walked into the hall dressed in my usual ceremonial attire—black leather trousers and jacket, with a woolen cloak draped over my shoulders.
Adrian followed closely behind me, dressed in white leather trousers and jacket with a
