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Three days later, in the grand ballroom of the most luxurious hotel in the Blue Moon Pack, guests from various packs gathered together, clinking glasses and enjoying the lively atmosphere. When Alpha Howar and his three companions arrived, they drew considerable attention. Not because of anything else, but because Cheryl was walking in the middle. She was dressed in her finest attire, like a proud peacock, with one arm linked through Beta Lewis and the other through Alpha Howar. Those unaware might have thought she was the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. However, those familiar with the situation knew of Alpha Howar’s indulgence toward Cheryl, so they had long since grown accustomed to it. The three of them chatted and laughed, completely oblivious to the stares around them. In contrast, Tyra seemed uncomfortable everywhere she went. “She probably still doesn’t understand why we specifically invited her, an Elder who rarely leaves her home, to the banquet.” My father and I st