{THE MOUNTAIN PACK}
{THE SOUTH REGION}
Raw, untamed music clawed its way from the depths of the feast. The music was a rhythmic heartbeat against the backdrop of loud, ravenous howls.
At its center, bathed in the flickering torchlight that danced across the large platform, a woman moved like liquid moonlight. Her sheer, beaded garment was a fragile veil against the wildness around her and it shimmered with each sway of her slender form. Coins, glinting like fallen stars, rained upon her.
Some tucked small pouches of money onto her anklets, others put bigger pouches on her waist.
Alpha Kylan was enjoying the lavish goodbye feast thrown for him by the Mountain pack Alpha. It was even bigger than the welcome party he had been welcomed with two days before.
Before him, a grand table was set before them, groaning under a large bounty;
