The Moonlight Pack was on fire that night. Not with flames, but with drunken songs, laughter, and the clashing of mugs filled with bitter ale. The streets rang with shouts, warriors stumbling shoulder to shoulder, praising the name of their Alpha like he was some god carved from stone.
“Alpha Orion!” they screamed. “The only Alpha who can stand toe-to-toe with that sick bastard Logan!”
Children beat drums, women scattered petals along the path leading to the packhouse. Warriors flexed their arms, boasting about how their Alpha had nearly crushed the Guardian Alpha with nothing but sheer fury.
The air was electric with pride. For the first time in decades, the Moonlight wolves believed they might actually have a chance against the most feared pack on the continent.
But while the crowd r
