Alpha Ren heard about the party before the sun fully set.

The news was brought to him by two scouts who knelt at the edge of the war hall. Their heads were bowed, but their voices carried clear excitement. They had rushed back fast, eager to deliver what they believed was good news.

“She is hosting a party,” one scout said. “On the night of the Red Moon.”

Alpha Ren paused mid-step.

“A party?” he repeated.

“Yes, Alpha,” the second scout said. “Inside the palace. Music. Food. ...