[ The next day at the Bloodfang pack ]
The scent of eggs, grilled tomatoes, and brewed coffee was trying its best to rouse the Bloodfang pack from their post party haze.
It was already 11:30 in the morning, but the halls were only now beginning to stir with sluggish footsteps and muffled yawns.
The feast last night had gone on well past the designated time, leaving even their strongest warriors walking like sleep deprived zombies.But that's ok.That's what a Bloodfang party was expected to do… in the least.
The large oak table in the center of the dining hall was set. One by one, the royals arrived…first, Alpha Velor in a simple black tunic, rubbing his temples.
His three wives trailed behind…Mara in her pajamas,Niva and Serra in their silk gowns, their hair still tousled from sleep.
No one said a word at first.