"Packmates!" the male called loud enough to carry. "I present our King and Queen!"
A roar exploded from them as drums started up somewhere far out. Even Megan cheered with them. As the drums pounded and other music started elsewhere, they all spread out and started to dance, but still made sure to leave the path they'd created earlier.
In the uproar, Deucalion leaned into Allison's ear. "Are you alright?"
Blinking, she looked down at her burned left hand in his right. Surprisingly, the pain was muted, dying down next to his warm palm. And now that she looked at it, the Crimson Moon shape mark looks strangely beautiful, exotic, and very permanent. With a small smile, she nodded. "Yeah, I think I am."
Before he could say anything else, a low chant started among the pack. "Kiss, kiss, kis
