Episode 63

Syrill's POV

As the sun begins to set, the members of my pack gather in the square, eagerly awaiting the rise of the full moon. It's a tradition that's been carried out for generations, a time where all eligible wolves come to meet their fated mates.

I stand at the center of the pack square, watching as my pack members mingle and chat amongst themselves, their excitement palpable in the air. The anticipation builds with each passing minute, until finally, the full moon rises into the night sky, casting a radiant glow over the square.

"Welcome, my fellow wolves, to the full moon ceremony," I announce to the crowd. "Tonight, we gather to celebrate the union of mates and the strength of our pack."

As I stand at the edge of the square, watching the festivities unfold, cheers and howls rang out across the area. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for my pack.

Cheers and howls ring out across the square, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride for my pack. This is what it means to