The Pack
Generations had gone by since Lycan and Werewolf had seen each other as equals. Feuds and misunderstandings and prejudice kept a wall up between their worlds with only a few finding the means to pass between.
And now the pendulum was swinging back the other way.
The second day of the conference started with a breakfast and social hour, though many in attendance had spent the night before partying and already made new friends. Something about the setting made it feel like summer camp, and while there was work to be done there was also a lot of joy to share.
“We are so grateful to be here, and to see so many faces just as passionate about this work as we are.”
The Lycan delegation had taken the dais for opening remarks. A tall man, silver-haired with coffee-colored skin, had
