It was evening, and the night before the Constellaysian ball. Everyone was more or less in their respective homes or packhouses getting ready to turn in. Naturally, the head of the packs as well as the covens even were not resting at all.
Warren, Falcon, Kazmiyah, Aurora, Jeriko, Bazni, Sholt, Jason, Mags, and Godfrey-Varick even were out securing the perimeter of Crescent, assuring that no intruders passed through. They were considered the strongest, and most powerful; to keep down the incidence of loss until they figured out a way to combat the venom of this recent breed of ferals and wildlings, they made the decision unanimously, that they’d monitor the town themselves. Sure, her father appearing to dole out invitations should have seemed like a truce, but no one trusted him enough to
