Since our arrival back to the pack house, things became busier and busier within the day leading up to the Hunting Festival.
To most packs, the tradition was nothing major as it was compared to here. Over time, sacred traditions had died out within other packs with the continuous bloodshed between packs, relics burned and destroyed. So most people celebrated the festival in more reformed ways.
Despite that, the Ruling Pack was the one who carried the more ancient traditions and was its last remaining breath, abiding to them strictly.
Personally, however, I had a few complaints. Especially with quite a few policies put in place…
“Stand in line, ladies.” The woman said, obviously ignoring Isiah and Hunter who also worked in the kitchen. Or perhaps she was making fun of the two, denying t
