The Alpha's Feast

That evening, the great hall erupted into a celebration unlike anything Selene had ever witnessed. Massive iron spits turned whole boars and venison over open fires. Flagons of spiced mead and dark ale flowed freely. Laughter and robust pack songs echoed against the high stone rafters. Selene sat in the high chair carved of dark ash at the right hand of Kaelen's throne. She was not relegated to the sidelines…