Chapter 78.

Rune.

I walked into the festival grounds. It was a cold and chilly night in the woods, and all you could hear from a long range was the loud chuckle of wolf juveniles chatting over country music and the continual stench of burning rubber. Decorations, crests, and pictures of some past alpha were placed all over the festival grounds, with people wearing all sorts of colorful attire that caused me to feel a little nauseous. It was just nerves, I told myself, understanding that with a drink in my hand and a little chat, I would be able to clear off a little jitters.

In the middle of the clearing was a large bonfire, constantly fueled by two wolves; one with a black shirt and an extremely dark goatee, and the other was a younger looking wolf wearing a look on his face almost as ugly as the scarf on his neck. I stood at the end of the clearing searching for something to drink or at least someone to talk to. My eyes caught Soph laughing in a group. She had her wild dark hair in a red tie, a