The annual festival had finally arrived, held at the estate reserved for pack functions. The planning committee had worked tirelessly for months, even Zephyr had been involved. As Alpha, he'd checked in regularly because it was a big event and he'd poured a great deal of money into it. Of course, other wealthy pack members contributed generously, but as Alpha, his share remained the largest by far.
And now, after all that effort, the festival was here.
If I hadn't known anything about werewolves before, I would've learned enough just from the decorations alone. Sculptures, embroidery, and complex artifacts told stories of their kind, scattered across the estate like puzzle pieces.
Everything was Werewolf-themed.
The entire space had been transformed just like the orchard we used for ou
