Three days and three nights were dedicated to the festivities at Silverstead.

The North Pack has not witnessed such a feast in a millennium.

In the middle of the hamlet, enormous bonfires were set, and tables were laden with food, including roasted meat, fresh bread, and delicious berries.

Even though Michael and I were seated at the head table, we were still surrounded by people.

Warriors sat close to us, sharing and narrating tales of bygone eras, while children rushed by us, chasing ...