57. Change of Plans

As the van's wheels crunched over the gravel pathway, the vibrant hum of the ongoing gathering at the pack house came into view. From a distance, the grounds looked like a mix of joy and camaraderie, bathed in the warm hues of twilight.

The tempting aroma of sizzling meat on open grills mingled with the sweet scent of freshly baked bread, causing even the most disciplined wolves to salivate.

Children, their faces painted with gleeful designs, darted around in spirited games of tag, their laughter melodious and infectious. Elsewhere, some pack members had spread blankets over the grass, lounging and sharing food while engaged in animated conversations. In a shaded corner, a circle had formed around a few members playing an impromptu tune on acoustic guitars, their fingers skillfully dancing over the strings, adding a musical backdrop to the gathering.

After stepping out of the van, Gideon paused momentarily, absorbing the heartwarming scene before him. Such spontaneous gatherings w