Third-Person Perspective

The sudden illumination in the dim hall caught everyone off guard, and they began to rub their eyes, adjusting to the abrupt brightness.

“Is anyone hurt?”

“Who was the attacker?!” The guests whispered among themselves, confusion and fear weaving through their murmurs.

It was as if the earlier fight had been a dream, with the only trace left behind being a white mask on the ground, now marred with footprints. It wasn’t until they saw the injured Louis that the reality of the situation hit them—this was no dream.

The Alpha of the Silver Moon pack had been severely wounded, and the guests were thrown into chaos. But...