CHAPTER sixty: Festiveness.

　　A peal of laughter rang out when Arian finished whispering into Conroy’s ears. Arian himself was smiling as he said those words.

　　“Humans at the gates want to pay homage and gratitude because I ended the barren war?” he snickered, “why, let them in, it is a celebration of their new council and rights after all.”

　　The twin hearths fed with huge crackling logs danced wildly and colors of scarlet, blue and Ambrose twirled about the length of the halls.

　　The pack members of the Brown Onyx pack and from other packs coupled with the human council had left their shacks, huts and settlements to gather within the walls of the Valerian castle to partake in the ‘End of the barren war ‘celebration, feasting together.

　　The humans downed draughts of mulled wine, hot chicken and accepted their new werewolf brothers, engaging them in a friendly and then effective manner.

　　With a grin, Arian hastened to heed the king’s command, letting the hates open.