Lance silently patrolled the outskirts of the party. The pack had outdone itself preparing for the event. Streamers and lanterns provided a festive atmosphere. Food lined several tables catering to every taste. Most of the dishes were ones he recognized, while others had been taking the pack by storm: chili, tacos and fried bread.
He had been hesitant to try the new fare himself, especially after he learned it had been concocted by their wendigo guest. But he couldn’t deny how good it all was. Whoever this wendigo was, she knew her way around the kitchen. She was obviously an omega and would get along well with the kitchen staff. It made sense why their alpha brought her back with him.
It certainly made more sense than her being luna. The thought was almost laughable. Surely, his alpha
