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But as a predator, she could forge her own way, not be relegated to the anonymity of slavery. Her mother shot her a stern glance from her workstation and Cassidy sighed, turning her attention to scrubbing the ancient pots. She could feel the excitement building in her chest, making her quiver in anticipation. While only the elite would be gorging themselves at the Feast of First Shift, she would be joining the festivities in the village later that evening. This would be her first shift, and would seal her fate either way. She was going to enjoy herself before her path was chosen.

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN CAMILLE'S POV : "It's the Warriors feast. Tell her that" he said as he released me and I left. The warrior feast, that means the warriors will be here tonight, dining together. A warriors feast is a celebration of victories or other accomplishments. It is typically a grand and elaborate affair, with plenty of food, drink, and entertainment.At a warrior's feast, the warriors who have achieved great feats in battle or other endeavors are honored and celebrated. The feast itself often consists of a large variety of dishes, including meats, grains, and vegetables. There may also be various types of drink, such as ale, mead, or wine. Entertainment may include music, dancing.

“No. If we don’t attend the feast, the pack will panic. She’ll be fine, Kayla. Jade said she’s stable.” I opened my mouth to protest, but quickly snapped it shut again. Not because I knew he was right, but because outside, through my bathroom window, I could see the feast in full swing below. And the stag, stripped of his white fur and fuzzy antlers, was being loaded onto the spit above the raging bonfire.

Gia’s POV Azrael led me into the kitchen, where an entire feast was laid out as if for royalty. Three women and a butler moved with precise efficiency, following his every order as they filled the table with plates of food, fruits, and pastries that smelled heavenly. “Eat, Gia Rae. This feast was prepared for you,” he said, offering me a morsel with a fork. “What’s with the full name?” I asked with a small laugh. “I like the way it sounds,” he said with a casual shrug.

Be prepared. I read out the message, and the tears I had fought so hard to stop rolled down my cheeks. I paled, and sweat slowly formed on my forehead. Banquet. That word brought back memories, and my heart felt heavy. I bent forward, covered my face, and sobbed quietly. Mrs Frost... She had promised to take me to a banquet that night, too. She had even gotten me several gowns, bags, and jewelry to wear to the banquet, but who would have thought... I really didn't kill her.

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Yet, in this instance, it felt as though the food took center stage, with no conversation to be found. Count David remained silent throughout the entire feast, offering only brief and rigid responses when his vassal nobles attempted to engage him in conversation. The atmosphere was tense and frosty, causing the butler, who had worked tirelessly to create a lavish feast, to break out in a nervous sweat. After dinner, we were treated to a delightful array of desserts. The star of the show was the condensed milk, rich and creamy, served alongside some mysterious fruits that resembled mulberries but surpassed them in flavour.

Storm’s POV The coronation feast was nothing short of a spectacle. By the time the sun began to sink behind the spires of the palace, the great hall had transformed into a tapestry of light and music. Chandeliers glittered like stars, the air humming with laughter, and the scent of roasted venison and honeyed wine filled every breath. For the first time in years, Astrid wasn’t drowning in tension or fear. It was… alive. I leaned against one of the marble pillars, watching wolves from rival packs share drinks and jokes as though generations of bloodshed had never existed. Elara and Kael sat at the head of the grand table, their crowns gleaming softly under the candlelight.

With the right alterations, Thea would be able to wear it for a few years, which was exactly what I’d intended when designing it. “There,” I said, removing the final pin. “All done. Now go change carefully so I can finish the hem tonight.” Thea slipped off the little platform I’d set up in my study and disappeared into the bathroom. I glanced at the calendar on my desk—just one week until the feast. Barely enough time to finish all three outfits, but I could manage. The feast had evolved from a simple thank-you dinner into something much more elaborate. What had started as a way to express gratitude to everyone who’d helped rebuild our home after the fire was now a full-scale midsummer celeb

The maid quickly muttered her thanks and scurried off, leaving me standing in the entryway, watching the house staff dart back and forth like ants preparing for some monumental task. The sight of them moving with such urgency, reminded me of what tonight was — the Half Moon Feast. I felt my chest tighten, my breath hitching for a moment as the realization fully sank in. The feast was a cherished tradition, one that celebrated the bonds of love and commitment within the pack. It was meant to strengthen emotional ties, not just between mates, but among the pack members as a whole.