Seven days passed. Under the watchful gaze of a moon chosen by the Moon Glazed Pack, we stood poised at their gate. Weeks of meticulous planning culminated in this moment. Timothee, myself, and a contingent from our group held our positions, a silent resolve settling over us. From the shadows emerged Griffyn and his pack, their every move radiating purpose and raw power.
“Gentlemen,” a familiar voice boomed from the gate. The figure I once knew stood tall, imposing as ever. A flicker of past hurt crossed my face as I averted my gaze.
“Welcome,” Taylor continued, a practiced smile gracing his lips. “An honor to have you all at the event. And Barbara...”
Timothee let out a low growl, a primal sound that spoke volumes. One look at his clenched jaw confirmed he was barely holding himself ba
