It was way past midnight,well into the wee hours of the night when even most wolves didn't stir or made much noise.
The castle gates of Alpha Velor creaked open with the subtle drama of a man who wanted to be stealthy but had clearly lost the ability about three barrels ago.
Velor trudged in.
The castle was quiet, most of the pack long since tucked into their beds like expected. The torches flickered lazily.
" Damn! It didn't go as planned! No sir... More like plan tripped, rolled down a hill, and set itself on fire..."
The grand hall was empty as well, dimly lit by the flickering lanterns on the stone walls…and half brightened by the decorations that still needed more finishing touches.
Even the guards looked like they were on the brink of sleep, heads nodding until the echo of Velor's uneven footsteps jerked them upright.
He waved at no one in particular and murmured, "Carry on, brave warriors of sleep... I am just your humble Alpha!"
