Music followed the sound of the shaman's voice as the pack roared to life.
The pack ground of the Grimroot pack was filled for the first time with people from all packs in the werewolf community.
Bodies pressed together, voices rose in laughter and conversation, and the air was thick with the scent of grilled meat, spilled wine, and anticipation.
Festive lanterns hung from the trees like captured stars, their warm glow painting the clearing in shades of gold and amber.
Chairs were arranged in circles, with tables for barbecue and drinks scattered throughout the grounds. All kinds of alcohol and soft drinks were available, and all chefs took charge of the barbecues, working against time to satisfy the excited guests and pack members. The sizzle of meat over open flames mixed with the clink of glasses and the hum of a hundred conversations.
