[RANIA]
Incayon was beautiful.
That was the simplest way to describe whatever the pack had been turned into.
A mix of gold, silver, and black, the pack looked like something out of a girl's best fantasy.
It looked so different, way too different from what Incayon had been accustomed to, and compared to the setting at the festival, it was easier to conclude that the festival had been nothing close to what was being seen here today.
The table setting was perfect as beautiful dark tablecloths with silver centerpieces, gold candlesticks, and flatware. It all seemed so unreal even as the wolves took in the preparation that had been brought to life by the three warlocks in their midst.
This was what perfection looked like, and nothing would ever change the fact that they all wanted to make it all a beautiful sight, not just because of Rania, but because this was easily their happiest night and they wanted to make the most of it.
A night in which war was forbidden.
