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Quinn

It was coronation day. It was festival time. It was jubilation time. The pack was in a festive mood and I didn't think anything could stop that, not even Fredo's angry glares as he moved around the party. What was his problem? He should go back to his house if he felt like he didn't want to be here instead of acting up and walking around, looking like he would love to have a pass at our heads with his claws. Not that anyone cared about his sour looks. Everyone was too happy to care. It turned out that the wolves were happy that I got to be their alpha. There was a huge turnout of all the werewolves in the pack for the celebration event that we didn't have enough room for all the guests even though the mansion of the alpha was the biggest house of all the houses owned by anyone in the pack.

We had to ask the werewolves to manage the rooms, four to a person and they didn't mind. They were all just too happy to have an excuse to be together, see one another and celebrate. Though it