The Festival and The Attack

The Festival.

The pack was in high spirits as they prepared for the festival. I could feel the excitement in the air, and it was infectious. Liam was busy directing his pack members, and I was happy to see how much respect they had for him.

I was helping Mary with the decorations when I suddenly realized that I was no longer afraid of being taken back into slavery. I was happy to be surrounded by these kind and loving people. The thought of being with Liam who treated me well in this community filled me with joy.

As we worked on the decorations, Mary and I started singing a local folk song. Soon enough, everyone in the room joined in, and it became a group sing-along. We were all laughing and enjoying ourselves, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered.

After a few hours of preparation, we were finally ready for the festival. The entire pack had gathered, and the place was buzzing with energy. There were stalls selling food, games, and even a stage for live music.

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