The moon hung like a silver coin in the dark velvet sky above Silver Springs territory. Alpha Zander MacKay stood at the window of his office, hands clasped behind his back as he surveyed his domain. The preparations for the night\\\'s banquet were well underway, with pack members scurrying about the grounds below like industrious ants.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. \\\"Enter,\\\" he commanded, not turning from the window.