7#07

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."