XAVIERAThis was the calm before the storm. I stood in the gallery, dressed in a red dress, my hands resting on the balustrade, while I watched the throng of bodies move sensually below. It was the Red festival of the Red moon pack, and everyone was in a celebratory mood. From my vantage position, Zee, my elder sister, was giggling like a schoolgirl in the arms of her mate, Luca, while the latter seemed quite satisfied with the woman in his arms. Our father, Alpha Wayne sat on his dignified cushion chair decorated with crystal gems, flanked by the chief Gamma, Sir Adrian and his Beta, Felix. My mother, Luna Anne, stood in the circle of the court ladies, who were also wives of wolves of ranks exchanging hot topics, or as Zee would call it, “Red gist” —over glasses of white wine. My other siblings were scattered around, and about having fun. Every other person appeared all loved up, the goddess had blessed all the werewolves of Red Moon who were of age either with a mate, or their wol
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