Elena's POV
As the night air turned chilly and the festivities began to wind down, Alpha Herrick and I found ourselves walking together towards the heart of the pack's territory. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow on the world around us.
We entered the warmth of his chambers, a room adorned with intricate patterns carved into the wooden walls. A fire crackled in the hearth, filling the room with its cosy embrace. Alpha Herrick poured two glasses of red wine, and we settled into a pair of plush armchairs by the fire's side.
He spoke about his hopes for the future and the responsibilities that weighed heavy on his shoulders as the Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack. Honestly, this is the most I have heard him say. The more we talked, the more I realised that beneath his stern exterior, there was a deep sense of duty and a genuine desire to protect his pack.
