Two days later, dawn broke bright and golden over the Pack. The entire territory hummed with anticipation, every pathway decorated with garlands of white and silver blooms, banners fluttering in the wind, and drums echoing softly in the distance.
The grand arena, where the warriors usually trained, had been transformed into a ceremonial ground. Elders stood in flowing robes of white, their staffs carved with ancient runes that symbolized strength, wisdom, and loyalty. Warriors lined the perimeter in full armor, their blades gleaming in the light, a living reminder of the pack’s unity and strength.
At the heart of the grounds stood Theo, tall and commanding in his ceremonial attire, his presence radiating dominance. Yet beneath the steel of his expression, there was pride and a glimmer of
