Faolán's roar filled the ballroom and everyone turned to him. Alanna was in disbelief, and she could imagine her heart pounding, if it could ever beat. As her face lit up with the realization that her mate was there, finally, Dante's face began to contort absurdly. Not from pain, but from disappointment and then, hate.
Alanna rushed to him and to their kid. Weylyn was already big, almost one year old. Alanna fell to her knees. Faolán bent down, so Alanna could hold their son. He hugged her and the three of them were in there, together, once again.
The pack members started to applaud and scream, but someone cleared the throat. Everybody looked in that direction.
"I am very happy you could come back, Alpha Faolán. But there is a problem, here. Alpha Dante has already taken over your pack." The Elder said.
