Chapter 64 An Investigation Talk

• As the summer solstice surrendered to the tranquility of the night, the air was infused with the heady aroma of warm earth and blooming wildflowers, blending in perfect harmony with the sweet, acrid tang of smoke rising from the crackling bonfire.
• In the backyard of the pack house, a group of rugged Lycan men from the Golden Paw Pack gathered around the fire, their faces aglow with the flickering flames as they raised their beer bottles in a toast to the night. Some of the men, their faces mean and dangerous, puffed on cheroots, the plume of thick smoke curling from their lips as they nodded their heads, enjoying the vibing music.
• Among them, a wild-haired musician with a scruffy beard and dreadlocks that cascaded down his back like raven tresses, strummed the strings of his guitar, his head shaking rhythmically as he lost himself in the beat of the rock music.