Lycans of Lunar Isle
Even the patio seats were full, packed with boozy mothers determined to milk every drop they could out of the bottomless mimosas, golf-club toting fathers, and squealing children clutching their tablets in hand.
I greeted them all with a smile.
Nova and Sterling sat in a booth towards the back of the Lounge. Both had their parents’ grimoires spread out in front of them and were scanning the pages, only looking up whenever I’d stop by to chat.
“The morning rush will calm down soon,” Sterling said, taking a sip of his mimosa. “Everyone’s going dress shopping for the Solstice Ball. They’ll head back to the boutiques, and you’ll have plenty of time to hear our brilliant plan.”
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