The packhouse buzzed with anticipation as the first rays of summer sun pierced the canopy over Eldwood. Jackson stood in the courtyard, overseeing the preparations for the grand ball at Alpha Rupert’s pack—a diplomatic pilgrimage masked as a festive gathering. Non-mated warriors like Lucas milled about, packing gear into sleek vehicles, their eyes alight with the thrill of potential mates awaiting in distant territories. The air carried scents of pine and excitement, the group’s laughter echoing as they loaded supplies for the long journey. Jackson, ever the future alpha, clapped Lucas on the shoulder, his voice steady. “This is your chance, brother. The Crescent Moon Pack has strong wolves—your mate could be waiting.”
Lucas grinned, his sandy hair catching the light. “About time. But you
