The first firework launched into the crisp autumn night at exactly midnight.
It soared high above the ancient, sprawling branches of the Moon Tree, exploding into a massive, breathtaking canopy of shimmering gold, bright crimson, and ethereal silver. The loud, booming crack echoed across the expansive festival clearing, instantly followed by the deafening, joyous cheers and howls of thousands of Silver Moon wolves. Children pointed at the sky, couples danced closer to the roaring bonfires, and the air was thick with the absolute pinnacle of pack unity and happiness.
Standing directly beneath the Moon Tree, surrounded by the elite core of their family, the three Alpha Kings waited for their Queen.
Beta Marcus, Aria’s father, stood a few feet away, laughing as his middle son, Leo, play
