This was the first coronation ceremony in over a decade.
The Grimroot pack had never hosted so many guests since its existence. Alphas and their Lunas. Betas and Gammas. Elders who had not left their own territories in years. Pack members from every alliance, every friendship, every tenuous connection forged over centuries of werewolf politics.
And it was all because of one thing. The Blood Moon Festival tomorrow.
Usually, only Alphas attended events like this. The powerful, the elite. But due to the festival, pack members, leaders, and older leaders were all in attendance, their presence adding a buzzing energy to the already charged atmosphere.
Unlike other packs who hosted events like these under canopies in the pack grounds or even at the gym, the Grimroot pack seemed to be the only one with a huge event hall dedicated to such occasions.
The grandeur was splendid, breathtaking, making everyone wonder why the Alpha King and Queen's coronation hadn't been hosted here.
