Fiona's POV
The grand hall was lit with a thousand candles, their golden glow bouncing off the intricate stonework of the Moonlight Pack's ceremonial hall. Wolves from every pack filled the space, their chatter a low hum beneath the steady drumbeat marking the opening ceremony.
Sebastian kept his hand on my lower back as we navigated the crowd, his presence grounding me. The tension was palpable, despite the festival's celebratory purpose. Everyone seemed to be watching one another, alliances forming and rivalries sparking behind polite smiles.
"Fiona, over here," Sebastian murmured, guiding me toward a group of Alphas gathered near the dais.
I recognized a few faces, their reputations preceding them. Alpha Don of the Shadow Claw Pack was a towering man with a perpetual scowl, his eyes sharp as they flicked to us, beside him stood Alpha Celine of the Silver Fang Pack, her calm demeanor masking a steely resolve.
