Ellie POV
The celebration was exactly what I had expected from Moonstone — loud, bright, and impossibly alive.
Alaric had insisted on it after the announcement was made and the pack had thrown it together quickly. It was only a few days ago that Moonstone learned their alpha’s lost daughter had returned, and now the entire pack was filling the streets and the pack house, celebrating.
The packhouse courtyard had been transformed into a sea of lanterns and laughter. Long wooden tables overflowed with food, children darted between them with sticky fingers and wild grins, and music poured from the small stage where a group of warriors had somehow turned their patrol instruments into a band.
It was the kind of chaos that had always made me feel at home.
I stood near one of the tables, wat
