The Gathering

BLAISE

The dress makes me feel unlike the Omega that I really am.

The Gathering is massive. It feels even larger than the year before, and even the year before that. Held on the Peaks of Azareth, the Gathering included thousands of wolves from all the Packs that were scattered across the Mountains and Forests of Ilea. Even the Packs who lived secluded, holed up in the most reclusive of places showed themselves at this time, once a year during the Gathering.

The Peaks of Azareth was a gorgeous clearing that stretched out for miles on end, covered with grasses that stayed dark evergreen throughout the entire year. A thin sheen of white snow covers the grass, frosting it with a layer of ice. In the center, there lays a ring of tall stone pillars rooted into the ground. Ancient figures and characters mark indecipherable lines down the rock.

Circlatrix.

The Alphas are already there, with their mates.

All the other members of the Pack are forbidden to come in, between the tight