The wolves did not know how to stay quiet when there was something worth celebrating, and to them, their Alpha finally announcing a Luna was not just news, it was something close to a festival-worthy event, the kind that would echo through the pack for days whether he liked it or not.
Unfortunately for Damon, he did not like it.
He sat at the centre of the gathering like a man being forced into his own ceremony, his expression was calm on the surface, but anyone who had known him long enough could see the tension buried underneath, the way his fingers tapped on the arm of his chair before going still again.
The pack had gathered quickly after his announcement, faster than he had expected, as if they had been waiting for this moment in their entire lives, and now that it had finally happened, none of them intended to let it pass quietly.
"The Alpha has chosen his Luna!"
"The pack will finally have an heir!"
"This is good news!"
