Moveable Feast Novels & Stories

She placed the tray down and began arranging the dishes neatly in front of me. “At least I have someone who cares about me,” I murmured quietly without thinking. Her hands paused. “I care very much,” she replied softly. I picked up a piece of bread, though my appetite was faint. “Ava,” I began after a moment, “is there a festival coming?” Her expression brightened slightly. “Yes. The Moon Pack Festival.” “What is it?” I asked. “It is our largest celebration of the year,” she explained, sitting across from me. “Other packs attend as well. There are competitions, ceremonial dances, strength demonstrations, alliance discussions. It is how the Alpha shows unity and power.”

That woman is truly fantastic, not a mean bone in her body. “Well, come on Maisey, let’s go get some food, Luna’s orders,” I said, bumping shoulders with Maisey and motioning with my head. I swear if it wasn’t for being a were-wolf I would put ‘the freshman 15’ on every weekend I spend out here. There must have been two dozen tables laden with food; salads, cold pastas, meats, hot dishes, and desserts.

ELARA'S POV The feast goes on as though nothing happens. Dravon wanted to end the feast, to put up a search but I restrained him. This is meant to be a feast to unite everyone, a night where people can be merry after weeks of fear. For the villagers, it's a night that signals that they can now move to their new homes, no longer staying in the displaced camps. Revealing that I was almost poisoned and starting a search party will ruin the peaceful atmosphere.

If that be the case, then what can I do? We can’t allow them to get ahead of us. Let’s plan to escape as soon as possible. “Yes,” I agreed with Moonrose. “We need to have a ready plan of escape in case they move funny. Everything seems too good to be true.” Yet I dug into the meal, starting with the rice. After eating a few spoons, I moved to the garlic bread. It was soft, and pairing it with gravy sauce was like heaven. “Mmm,” I moaned aloud.

Fairchild's new steak is ready, so get your—" His voice cut off mid-sentence when he saw the room full of black-clad men and me standing in the center. He was Tristan Fontaine, the head chef of the restaurant. He and Colette were two peas in a pod, and together, they ran this place like their kingdom, thinking they were powerful and untouchable. The moment he saw me, his face turned paler than the undercooked scallops. "M-Ms. Roe…" I turned to him and smiled. "Perfect timing, Tristan. Ms. Gill and I were just talking about the odd texture of the Pearlysian scallops. "Maybe you can explain why the fresh shipment of Pearlysian scallops that supposedly arrived this morning tasted like zombie me

Shifting burned a lot of calories. Mayne tapped on the bedroom door, then entered, pushing the cart in front of him. “Since you shifted, Master Solomon, I took the liberty of adding a tray of different types of meats and cheeses, along with a variety of desserts. There’s also a decanter of brandy, a pot of coffee, and a pot of hot chocolate, plus water.” Lucia perked up. “Oh gods, that smells good.” “Thank you, Mayne. As always, your efforts are greatly appreciated,” Solomon said.

The Vale was alive with the sound of laughter and the smell of roasting meat. It was the day of the first "Festival of the Silver Moon." For the first time, the outcasts weren't just eating to survive; they were feasting to celebrate. Long wooden tables were set up in the clearing, piled high with fresh bread, berries, and venison. Streamers made of white silk hung from the trees, dancing in the cool mountain breeze.

Emily Larson's shrill voice echoed through the banquet hall. "This meatball dish is something I paid a fortune to learn from a master chef at a five-star hotel. It's a perfect harmony between meat and vegetables. The broth is rich and fragrant, and its plating exquisite. How could the clients possibly be unhappy?" Hearing that familiar voice of my nemesis, I snapped fully awake and realized that I had been reborn. Her voice drew the other colleagues, who quickly gathered around.

Rosella Mama and Stella had prepared a big feast. Different types of Spanish and Italian dishes and also the expensive liquor that was placed beside daddy looked heavenly. “Lets dig in, shall we?” Mama said. Taking a small bite from the cinnamon roll that rested on my plate, a moan erupted out of my mouth at the deliciousness. “So yummy~” Three pairs of eyes stilled on me. Stella giggled. “I know I’m the best cook.” I looked towards her and nodded hastily. “The best baker in the world, precisely.”

hest vegetables to make the grandest feast one has ever seen. We were already done and it was finally time to serve the food to the waiting lot in the huge dining hall of the main palace which the new Alpha moved into right after the Duel. Some of the maids were assigned to do this and that was the first time I wished I wasn't sent to the kitchen instead. I wanted to at least catch a glimpse of him to know if he was okay. I've not seen him since he was ushered out of the podium. I haven't even had the time to go looking for him but I assured myself that I would go once the festivity dies down and everyone has returned to their their rooms. But right now, I could still catch a glimpse of him