As the festivities unfolded and an air of celebration enveloped the gathering, my unease lingered beneath the surface. The rhythmic pulse of the ceremony signaled the impending shift into wolf forms, and while the atmosphere remained harmonious, a sense of discomfort gnawed at me.
In a surprising turn of events, a distinguished member of the Moonlit Council, likely the eldest, stepped forward, wearing an expression that belied the festive ambiance. I hated the council members the second I met them but I'm slowly despising them some more.
His serious countenance cut through the joyous chatter, casting a hush over the assembly. A palpable stillness descended as he surveyed the crowd with discerning eyes. He is acting as though he is above everyone else when the Lycan King is there on his
