Alpha Herrick's POV
As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Crescent Moon pack's territory, the anticipation in the air was palpable. We have not had a feast in a long time, and I planned to make every moment memorable.
The pack members were full of joy and had gathered in the courtyard. The scent of grilled meat and roasted vegetables filled the air, and torches were lit, casting flickering light on the festivities to come.
I stood at the head of a long, wooden table, which had been adorned with the finest dishes the pack could muster. My attire was regal, a dark suit emphasizing my authority and power. Despite my commanding presence, my mind could not help but drift to the source of our celebration.
