Chris wore a sly grin, noticing Elsa's bewildered expression. He had been deeply hurt by their earlier conversation, which had led him to leave the castle, seeking comfort in alcohol and catching up with his people. Turning away from Elsa, he addressed the werewolves, declaring, "Ladies, you know what to do. One of you might soon be my Luna and Queen. But for tonight, let's celebrate my return to Vectus! Yeah!"
A chorus of cheers erupted among the crowd, and the women eagerly surrounded Chris, touching him wherever they could as they guided him back to the bonfire. Meanwhile, Andrius and Drake were handed bottles of beer and pulled toward the center by some of the men and women too.
Elsa stood rooted to her spot, her fists clenched, caught off guard by Chris's proclamation. She was momentarily dumbfounded but swiftly consumed by anger as she watched the women caress him and encroach upon his personal space.
