JAY'S POV
The cool night breeze carried the excitement of the gathered werewolves in the yard as we waited in anticipation for the naming of the new Alpha who was going to lead our pack into the future. Mourning the departed Alpha was going to take a whole week like it was tradition to honor the departure of a great leader but even so, the pack couldn't stay without a leader.
Among the potential candidates who stood on the dais in the yard was Blossom, the long lost last-born child of the departed Alpha who he had picked out himself before he died, and her two brothers. It was a tradition that when there were conflicting choices regarding who was supposed to be Alpha, a special ceremony was held whereby the werewolf council would call upon the ancestors for guidance. I couldn't recall a
