Queen mother's POV.

"Truly it's a day to be glad" I mumbled with a smile, staring at my pack members as everyone feast and dine, celebrating our impending victory.

Right at the center of the feast ground were my drummers dressed in pants made of goat skin. Some tiny cowries tightened around their fists shining beautifully as they hit their strong hands on the drums creating an irresistible sound.

Well the happy atmosphere wasn't only sponsored by the drummers. Around them were also shofar and flute artists doing wonders with their mouths.

The pack dancers dressed in skimpy clothes and beads all over their bodies. To the rhythm of the...