The next few days, the Bloodfang pack was in chaos.
The party was scheduled to be aligned to the moon… since the moon decided to rise late, it got postponed by a day.
But that did not deter anybody's spirit. Servants darted between the grand halls, draping more silks and hanging more lanterns. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine filled the air all throughout the day, even though the party wasn't until tomorrow.
Wolves laughed, argued, and occasionally brawled over decorations…because nothing said "festive" like a bloody nose before the guests even arrived.
Autumn leaned against the balcony railing, watching the spectacle below with detached amusement.
A line of women…some wolves, some humans, some nymphs and even a few witches…stood near the main courtyard.It seemed like they were rehearsing their posts at the gate. To welcome guests, Autumn presumed.
