GIFTS

The pack house was abuzz with activity as news of Alpha Alaric’s visit spread. It wasn’t a common occurrence for an Alpha from another pack to visit so soon after a child’s birth, but Alaric had insisted, bringing with him gifts and offerings for baby Luna. His peaceful visit had been arranged after tensions between the two packs had begun to ease, and Damien—though wary—decided to accept the gesture.

When Alaric’s convoy arrived, it was nothing short of impressive. The front courtyard filled with beautifully decorated carriages, each bearing gifts wrapped in fine fabrics, crates of rare fruits, exotic flowers, and handcrafted toys for the newborn Alpha heir. As Alpha Alaric stepped out, his presence was immediately felt—tall, broad-shouldered, and with the calm confidence of a leader who was more accustomed to diplomacy than war. He smiled warmly at the guards who greeted him.

“Alpha Damien, Luna Elena, I come in peace,” he said as he approached the main entrance. His voice carried a