At this point it was already a well known fact that the Bloodfang Pack did not throw parties.
They unleashed chaos!
So tonight was going to be another fucking spectacle.
The Bloodfangs’ grand royal party kicked off with the kind of energy that made even the moon lean in closer for a better look. The packhouse was lit up like a bonfire on steroids...torches blazing...music thumping.
From the moment the double obsidian gates creaked open...."THIS IS NOT A PARTY!" someone howled from the east tower.
"Make no mistake, it’s a BLOODFANG BAPTISM CEREMONY!" another voice yelled, half drunk already!
The first to arrive, were the Desertclaw pack.They arrived in sleek black SUVs, stepping out like runway models dressed in obsidian silks and weapons disguised as jewelry.
Next, came the Stormfangs. One of them jumped off the back of a bike, tossed his helmet, and bellowed, "WHERE THE WOMEN AT?!"
They were immediately greeted by Bloodfang’s... welcoming committee.
"Welcome, Alpha," purred one of them, trailing her finger down the Stormfang Alpha’s chest. "I hope you packed stamina."
The poor bastard’s mate, Luna Meira, stormed up two seconds later...her high heels clicking like gunshots.Of course deliberately! "Oh, he packed something, alright," she snapped. "But I will be unpacking it later...with my claws."
The sultry greeter gave a bow so low it was nearly illegal," Have a good time, Luna! "
Even the guards had given up pretending to be composed. One leaned against a column, fanning himself with a napkin. "I am going to need holy water after this shift."
As if right on cue came the wine!
And by wine, we mean barrels. And barrels. Of it.
Vintage blood red blends, enchanted to sparkle under moonlight. Some from the Witchvine region, brewed with a hint of lust magic.
Others, fermented by nymphs and rumored to cause temporary levitation if you drank enough.
"Bottoms up!" yelled one, raising a chalice twice the size of his head. He immediately fell backwards into a decorative fountain after two gulps.
"Do NOT drink the purple one," someone whispered. "My cousin grew wings. Like... actual wings."
A wolf from the Frost pack sniffed his glass, squinted, and shrugged. "If I grow a tail on my forehead, at least it will wag." He earned a few ladies tangling his arm, giggling. Was a gain.
Somewhere near the buffet table, an old Alpha blinked in horror. "This is worse than the Rogue War."
His mate sipped her drink. "Shut up and eat your roasted boar."
Glasses were filled to the brim, then overfilled, then basically turned into alcoholic soup bowls.
A tipsy Beta from the Silvermane pack hiccuped, "I swear this wine’s got wolfbane in it...I am seeing two of you, and I like it." He purred into the ears of a witch. She blushed redder than the rose decorating the wall behind her.
A particularly enthusiastic Gamma knocked over a tray of appetizers, earning a death glare from the head chef, who promptly threw a bread roll at his head.
"Food is for eating, you overgrown pup!" the chef bellowed.
Meanwhile, near the banquet tables on the other end, Alpha Gideon...known for his legendary lack of filter...slurred to his equally drunk neighbor."You know, if my Luna ever looked at me the way that woman is looking at me right now, I would sleep with one eye open."
The neighbor, Alpha Rafe, blinked. "That is my Luna fuck boy! "
Gideon, bless his drunken soul, blinked again, slower this time. "I meant it as a compliment, Rafe..." he tried to recover, clapping a heavy hand on the other Alpha’s shoulder. "You have trained her well."
Rafe stood up. His chair screeched back. His Luna crossed her arms and smirked, clearly enjoying the moment far too much.
"I am going to punch you now, Gideon," Rafe said calmly.
"Fair," said Gideon, closing one eye in advance.
"You all alright?" called someone cheerfully from behind the chocolate fountain fall. The one who had tripped earlier. He was now wearing a tablecloth like a cape and holding two turkey legs like scepters.
"No one is dying!" shouted someone else, raising a leg of lamb in support. "It is what is a real party!!!"
From somewhere near the makeshift dance pit, a rogue howl pierced the air.
The DJ blinked, shrugged, and flipped a switch.
Bass dropped. HARD. " DROPPING THE BEAT, HOUSE! GET REEEEAAADYY! "
And everyone went crazier than they already were getting!!!
"Now THAT’S what I call an entrance!" roared a voice.
Someone threw confetti. Someone else threw their shirt! Some pants came off!!! But nobody questioned the nakedness!
Because things were going to get even wilder... think that’s not possible???
Hold your beers! Cuz it was time the outer gates opened to the ... rogues and commoners!!!
By this time the stalls on the roads were all nearly sold out. The party was not just diplomatic seduction but also an economic orgasm for the Bloodfangs!
"WE HAVE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR FOR THIS!"
The Bloodfang guards, now thoroughly desensitized, just waved them through. One muttered into his comms, "Yeah, no, we are not even pretending to check for weapons anymore. If someone stabs someone, it is the Moon Goddess’s problem now...not ours."
The flock rollen in... in their hundreds and thousands.
From the central platform, a Bloodfang Beta clanged a spoon against a goblet. "ATTENTION! ATTENTION!"
But no one listened.Too wasted already!!
So he downed the goblet himself and slammed it on the table, and screamed...
"THE FIRE BREATHING ALPHA HAS ARRIVED!"
And oh gods, he was not lying.
Just when it seemed the madness had peaked, the Bloodfang Alpha climbed onto the highest table, goblet raised.
"TO THE CHAOS WE HAVE CREATED!" Velor bellowed.
"AND TO THE CHAOS YET TO COME!" The crowd roared back. It went into a frenzy going crazier and wilder than it already was... impossible?
Not quite! Because the most anticipated arrival was yet to come.