[Lyander's POV]
All the pacts gathered in the large coliseum for the feast when night came. It was the only place that could fit so many packs of werewolves.
The twin moons glowed brightly, and I hope the soft and gentle breeze could dissipate the heat between this many male wolves who were hot-blooded for about.
The air was cold and clean, and the atmosphere was festive. There were all sorts of food on the large table, and the eye-catching roasted boars were the highlight of the night. Its crunchy skin tasted divine, and its soft juicy meat was made delicious by different spices and herbs.
It was indeed a delicacy loved by many.
There were also a lot of bar counters set up not far from the table where we could enjoy a hefty amount of drinks and forget about the impending war even for just a night.
