ALPHA RYKER The moon swelled above Black Isle with magic, the air had shifted to a warmer temperature, and the table before me bustled non-stop. Several chandeliers luminanced against polished china, the house staff moved in rapid sync around the table, serving, replacing, filling and refilling. Laughter, banters and humour drifted through the air like perfumed smoke. Rose and my companions seemed quite lost in the magic of things. I, however, settled for observation. I couldn't let my guard down despite how warm everyone was around me. “You've barely touched your food,” Phoebe commented beside me. “Is it not to your liking?” She asked. I stared at the content before me, I cut a piece of the venison, chewing slowly. “It is. My mind is just elsewhere.” “Crescent Moon?” “Home. Yes.”“This is also your home,” she commented. “Your mother, even if you'd rather talk about something else, was the High Leader of the pack before she married your father. You carry her magic, even though
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