Chapter 48 Court Betrayal

• The night was supposed to be a celebration.
• We had gathered together—packs and families, warriors and leaders, all united by the cause. The Red Moon Pack was stronger than ever. The feast was a grand affair, with the long table laden with food and drink. The air was filled with laughter and stories, warriors swapping tales of battles fought and victories earned. Music played, and the sound of dancing echoed through the clearing. For the first time in what felt like forever, we were able to relax. We had earned this peace, this moment of joy, before the storm that was sure to come.
• But peace, as always, is fleeting.