Chapter 28 The Legend Of The Heartless Alpha

• The music of the festival filled the gardens with the sounds of flutes and drums, accompanied by soft singing and cheerful laughter. The torches flickered around the massive central bonfire, where children ran, and pack members mingled between stalls adorned with dark flowers and purple ribbons.
• Everything exuded life and celebration. But amid the crowd, Alaric stood motionless.
• Positioned between two warriors deep in conversation, he had stopped listening, stopped reacting, and stopped existing for anything other than the figure beneath the floral arch.