By late afternoon, the mountain was alive with color. Banners in silver and blue rippled from the parapets, tables were stacked with food, and strings of little glass lanterns threw rippling light across the courtyard. But what made it truly beautiful was the laughter.

For the first time, the Lunar Fang Pack was throwing a festival for its Omegas. This traditions hadn't been dome in moons. Because most packs thought that the Omegas were beneath them.

So today they weren’t just ...