Christopher’s POV
We entered the crowd, greeting pack members, exchanging pleasantries, and accepting congratulations. Despite their initial reluctance, the boys seemed to be enjoying themselves, their laughter mingling with the music and the chatter.
"I'm so happy to see you boys alive and well," an older woman said as she clutched Nicholas’s hand. "We all feared the worst."
Nicholas gave her a reassuring smile. "Thank you, ma'am. We're grateful for everyone's support."
I watched as Donovan and Chris greeted another group of elders. There was something about seeing the respect and love in the eyes of their pack members that made my chest ache.
"You scared us all, you know that?" a middle-aged man said, shaking Donovan's hand. "This whole pack wouldn't be the same without you four."
