CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY – A GRAND CELEBRATION

The grand feast that followed was a testament to the pack's relief and happiness. Pack members mingled with allies they had made on their journey, sharing stories and strengthening bonds. The forest werewolf leader had sent a delegation, and Anna was delighted to see them adapting to the more formal setting, their natural grace turning more than a few heads. Freya, who had been managing the pack in Erik's absence, approached the couple, her usual stern expression softened by a genuine smile. "You've done well," she said, embracing Anna warmly. "Both of you. The pack is stronger than ever, thanks to your efforts." Erik grinned, slinging an arm around Freya's shoulders. "Couldn't have done it without you holding down the fort, old friend. I hope you didn't have too much fun playing alpha while I was gone." Freya snorted, shrugging off his arm. "Please. I couldn't wait to hand the reins back to you. Do you know how much paperwork is involved in running a pack?" Their playful banter wa