Somewhere at No Man's Land in the Iron Coast of the West.
MOON (Earlier on The Day of the Coronation)
That night was the first night of the full moon. Earlier that same day, news of the coronation of the Alpha King of the North had swept all over the lands. Every man knew of the coronation that had shaken all of Vraga whether by choice, or by force.
If not for the fact that thousands of spectators were heading to the capital, then it would be for the fact that many packs were still grumbling over the loss of elite members of their Pack whom have decided to find greener pasture in the ice cold castle of the Arctic North— either as one of the elite four that would be the Alpha King's Beta, Delta, Gamma and Enforcer.
