As they passed, those present lowered their heads, out of respect for Faolán and, of course, the future Luna. Everyone there knew she was marked by him.
The pack's new town was closer to the part where the packhouse was settled, compared to their old territory. Farmland was further away, though. Although Faolán could buy a lot of food, it was a good thing they had their crops, so they didn't attract attention with so many requests.
The party venue was packed with people. Alanna could feel that most were Alphas, their respective families, Betas, Gammas, and Deltas. There were a few warriors and of course a group of older werewolves.
"Those are the elders." Faolán whispered to Alanna, seeing her frown as she looked at the elders.
"Oh... and what do they do?" She asked.
