Awake

The night was growing late, and the pack members were still awaiting the return of their Alpha and Luna to the festivities—the majority of them being unaware that anything at all was amiss.

"We will need to do the pure fire," Charlotte said, observing the way the energy around them was slowly growing anxious, transitioning from the high everyone had been riding earlier at the overwhelming union of their Alpha and Luna as well as the return of Livvy. She and Sylvia were sitting at one of the tables, awaiting more updates from Greta about the Alpha's condition, but it seemed possible that he would not be making a reappearance tonight.

The guards and other searchers of the pack land had already returned, having found no evidence of lingering outsiders. But the Luna was also not found.

"I think you're right," Sylvia affirmed, her gaze searching and studying these familiar faces of her tribe that she knew so well. They had to be reassuring so that no one would lose hope tonight.