The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden light over the clearing as the pack's gathering continued. The sound of laughter and conversations filled the air, blending with the crackling of the bonfire. Anne glanced over at Heather, who had been quiet for a while, sipping her drink and watching the mingling wolves.
"Are you enjoying the party?" Anne asked, nudging her lightly.
Heather blinked, pulled out of her thoughts, and smiled softly. "Yeah, I am. It's... different, but in a good way." She paused for a moment, then looked around. "Where are Damien's parents? I haven't seen them yet."
Anne's smile faltered just slightly before she quickly recovered. "They'll be joining us soon. They like to make an entrance, especially at events like this."
