Third Person pov :
The Silver Moon Estate was no longer a silent battlefield; it had transformed into a breathing, humming hive of activity. From the highest balcony, the view was breathtaking. Thousands of tents in shades of silver, forest green, and deep crimson had been erected across the valley. The flags of hundreds of different packs were snapping in the wind, signaling the arrival of leaders from every corner of the continent.
Witches in their flowing robes walked alongside massive wolves in human form, a sight that would have been impossible just a week ago. The air was thick with the scent of roasting meat, expensive wine, and the underlying electric hum of thousands of different magical signatures.
But inside the main manor, the atmosphere was far more intimate.
Aria stoo
