#Chapter 288: Concerto

Hannah It was well past sundown, and the grounds were still bustling with people, while more pack members from both Silvermoon and Nightcrest continued to flood through the front gates. The soft blue hue of the rising moon bathed the trees in pale light, and the air was mingling with the scents of roasting meat, baked pastries, and fresh bread. The sound of laughter and distant chatter blended into the background like a distant hum. “I think we might have actually pulled it off,” Noah murmured beside me. “Look at how many people showed up.” I scanned the crowd again, taking it all in. He was right—the turnout was incredible. Everywhere I looked, Silvermoon and Nightcrest members mingled together like old friends. Children darted between legs, laughing and clutching sugary chunks of fried dough, while groups of teenagers gathered in clusters near the game booths, their laughter floating into the air. It had been a truly wonderful day. Everything had gone off with