Fiona’s POV.
The party was in full swing when I finally managed to get into the hall, because the hall was crammed to the brim with wolves, drinking, dancing, attempting formal conversation with people they probably would never speak to on a normal day.
I scan the hall and as expected, am immediately filled with nostalgia and just sorrow at the sight before me, the ceremony was just like when my parents hosted it. The stuffy priest standing by the Alpha’s seat whispering only goddess knows what in his ears, the guests from other packs clustered into one corner and scanning the crowd with haughty looks, the pack members cheering, drunk and spinning around on the dance floor, some stood by the side sober and murmuring prayers to the moon and the moon goddess, the music is loud, the room is
