The Arrival of the Rathords: Blood Moon Pack

The days leading up to the Blood Moon Pack's arrival followed the same rhythm: laborious work during the day shared laughter and conversations at night.

And then, finally, the long-awaited third day arrived.

The morning air was thick with anticipation, humming through the pack house like an unspoken promise.

Matilda had risen before the sun, aware that today was different. They had guests, her dessert was on the menu, and for the third time in a row, the entire pack would dine together.

She no longer viewed her role as small or insignificant. Every contribution, no matter how minor, played a part in the smooth running of the pack. This, she was beginning to understand.

A small section of the kitchen had been assigned to her, where she worked diligently, rolling out apple pies with practiced ease. The work was demanding, but she didn't mind. If anything, she found joy in it. This wasn't mindless labor... it was her craft.

Under Madam Tera's watchful eye, the kitchen bustled with precision, the air filled with the scent of freshly baked bread, roasted meats, and the unique blend of spices Matilda had introduced.

By the time the first wolves trickled into the dining hall, everything was prepared.

In just three days, the meals had transformed. The dishes carried a newfound depth, a taste that kept wolves coming back for more. The secret? A special blend of spices Matilda had created, her own quiet contribution to the pack's cuisine. The results had been remarkable.

Even Luna Kim had taken notice.

"You girls have truly outdone yourselves," she praised, pausing at the kitchen entrance. Her sharp yet kind eyes swept over the array of dishes laid out.

Madam Tera wiped her hands on her apron, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "Glad you think so, Luna."

"I don't just think so, I know so," Luna Kim corrected, stepping closer to a fresh batch of pies. She inhaled deeply. "This smell… whatever you've all been doing these past few days, keep at it. The pack house hasn't felt this inviting in years."

Madam Tera chuckled, her gaze shifting toward Matilda. "We have a little secret weapon now."

Luna Kim turned to Matilda, her brow arched in curiosity. "Ah. So this is your doing?"

Matilda hesitated before nodding. "Just a little mix of spices… nothing much."

The Luna hummed in approval. "Nothing much? Well, let me tell you, dear, my husband has been eating twice his usual portion. And when an Alpha eats more, the whole pack follows." She gave Matilda an appreciative nod. "Keep up the good work, young lady."

As Luna Kim left, Madam Tera turned to Matilda with a knowing look. "See? Even the Luna's impressed."

Matilda smiled to herself, a quiet satisfaction settling within her.

By the time breakfast was about to begin, the Blood Moon Pack arrived.

Alpha Richard had been informed the moment they crossed into his territory.

Mind-linking was one of the many advantages of their kind. Through this silent, unspoken connection, Richard had received word from his warriors at the borders. He had known the exact moment Lucas's convoy entered his lands, long before their grand arrival at the pack house.

Meanwhile, a convoy of sleek black SUVs rumbled through the pack grounds, their polished exteriors gleaming under the morning sun. The warriors stationed at the gates straightened as the first vehicle rolled in, their sharp gazes locked onto the approaching guests.

The Blood Moon Pack moved in perfect synchronization, a silent display of discipline and power.

At the heart of the convoy sat Alpha Lucas and Luna Evelyn; a pair admired for their strength, but even more so for their unwavering devotion to one another.

Their bond was legendary. A love that had withstood countless trials.

Beside them was their son, Sebastian. A striking figure, rumored to be as formidable as Williams, if not more.

As always, their timing was impeccable. The Blood Moon Pack arrived precisely at 8 o'clock, just as breakfast was being served.

With the dining hall filling quickly, Alpha Richard and his family made their customary late entrance. As they strode in, all eyes turned toward them.

The younger wolves shifted uneasily between their hunger and the need for proper etiquette.

It was an unspoken rule: no one ate until the Alpha gave the command, especially when they were expecting a guest.

Alpha Richard took his seat at the head of the table. The tension lifted. Plates were filled, and conversation resumed.

And then... The doors swung open.

The very air shifted, a quiet but unmistakable force sweeping through the room.

The Blood Moon Pack's Alpha had arrived.

Conversation hushed. Wolves instinctively straightened in their seats, their gazes flickering toward the entrance.

Tall and broad-shouldered, Alpha Lucas exuded the kind of presence that did not need to be announced. His piercing hazel eyes swept across the room, calculating and unreadable.

At his side, Luna Evelyn moved with effortless grace, her presence commanding attention in an entirely different way, elegance and strength seamlessly intertwined.

Their son, Sebastian, walked beside them, his posture mirroring his father's. His sharp features and unwavering stare left little doubt, he was every bit his father's heir.

Behind them, the Blood Moon Pack's highest-ranking warriors followed in disciplined silence.

Richard rose from his seat, a knowing smirk on his face. "Lucas, you always had a way of making an entrance."

The other Alpha chuckled, his voice deep and resonant. "And yet, you still roll out a feast fit for a king."

His sharp eyes flickered toward the lavish spread before returning to Richard. "Still indulging your pack like royalty, you haven't changed, Richard."

A ripple of laughter ran through the senior members of the pack, but the younger wolves barely registered the exchange.

Their eyes were locked onto the feast before them, stomachs growling in anticipation.

As the two Alphas stood face to face, a silent understanding passed between them.

This meeting was more than just a friendly visit.