7
Several days passed, and I found myself alone in the house, engrossed in a book when the air filled with the sound of horses' hooves and cheering.
There could be only one explanation for this.
Ragnulf had returned.
Just as I made my way downstairs, the heavy doors groaned open.
Ragnulf strode into the house, his broad shoulders and puffed-out chest giving him the air of a triumphant monarch.
His loyal Beta followed, wearing a cunning smile that always reminded me of a snake poised to attack.
Later, after the evening meal, while everyone was engaged in conversation, the Beta turned to his Alpha.
"Alpha, I believe we should commemorate our triumph," Enzo suggested, his voice smooth and eager. "A banquet with the elite pack warriors would be most fitting."