Moveable Feast Novels & Stories

I say, smiling. Karamea starts piling her plate with food. “That’s it. We’re moving the pack to Texas!” Diego nods his agreement emphatically, humming his assent around a mouthful of stewed tomatoes. Liam, Hakeem, Gael, and Karamea get very excited when they see the sausage gravy. They pile huge biscuits on their plates and then drown them in the gravy. I know exactly what they’re doing, but I’m amused by Sandra’s disgusted expression when she asks, “What are you doing?”

She insisted on a hearty vegetable platter alongside the more indulgent dishes, much to the dismay of some of the pack members who had a penchant for rich, meaty fare. ‌ Despite the comical mishaps and playful banter, the preparations were nearing completion. The feast table was adorned with an array of dishes, from Lucas's "Fiery Brew" (which had become a daring centerpiece) to David's meticulously prepared dishes and Moira's carefully selected healing foods. ‌

The maid quickly muttered her thanks and scurried off, leaving me standing in the entryway, watching the house staff dart back and forth like ants preparing for some monumental task. The sight of them moving with such urgency, reminded me of what tonight was — the Half Moon Feast. I felt my chest tighten, my breath hitching for a moment as the realization fully sank in. The feast was a cherished tradition, one that celebrated the bonds of love and commitment within the pack. It was meant to strengthen emotional ties, not just between mates, but among the pack members as a whole.

“The ham was glazed, the chicken was roasted and slowly cooked with crunchy potatoes, mac and cheese were baked, creamy cucumber salad, cheese and garlic crack bread, garlic prawns with thousand island sauce, the beef was roasted, potatoes were also crushed, rice and peas, sorrel, beetroot and carrot juice with ginger, wine and chocolate cake etc.” “Yummy. Man I can’t wait to dig in,” Dominic squealed, in a girly manner. “Go freshen up,” Reign smiled and shook her head. Reign was the last to shower and get dressed. William gave Amber a bath and got her dressed. “Do you think she will like it?” William asked Elijah, showing him the custom made necklace he bought for her. “You will never know.

Chapter 12: The Feast The feast was held in the courtyard after dusk. The long tables lining the four-sided expanse were draped in blue silk with gold embroideries and overladen with a variety of dishes. The familiar smells of freshly baked rolls, steamed fish and roasted chickens intermingled with the more exotic aromas of spiced wild meat and rare cheeses. An oval table had been placed at the centre of the courtyard. It was a highly visible spot and therefore a place of prominence.

Adelaide said. "Three? Not enough," Lance insisted. Adelaide laughed. "Will we finish it? Waste is shameful." "Absolutely. I skipped breakfast, and I didn't eat at Madison's. Can't let my stomach down." Adelaide smiled. "Wasting food invites the moon goddess's wrath." She ultimately ordered four spicy main courses and two royal specialties—silver moon dew-marinated pan-fried goose liver and black truffle risotto.

"Forget it. Let's go, kid. I'll treat you to the signature dish exclusive to the Moon-watch Peak: 'Dragon Soaring Over Four Seas'." Would a fire finally be lit inside the mess hall of the Moon-watch Peak? But why did Xiao Chen feel like the dish would be a complete mess after learning its name? Just like that, an hour passed. "Please! Elder Bai, stop fooling around. Let's hurry and go before the mess hall of the Star-picking Peak closes its doors..." "Oh, let's not. It's so expensive to eat at the mess hall of the Star-picking Peak. Besides, look at how cute this mudfish is. Look, look. It's even opening its mouth to smile at you..."

The dinner at Meave's house was a much-anticipated occasion, filled with an intricate dance of emotions, memories, and unspoken secrets. The dining room, adorned with flickering candles and floral arrangements, filled with the delightful aroma of home-cooked meals, was transformed into a space where the past and present coalesced. Meave, the skillful culinary artist and revered matriarch of the family, orchestrated the evening with love and wisdom, her every action reflecting the profound respect and acknowledgment of Avla's new role as Luna.

CELESTE'S POV The feast was nothing like I had ever seen before. The Moonstone Howl pack also observes the annual Blue Moon's feast, but this is overwhelmingly enormous. The air was vibrating with the beat of drums and murmuring of people. Every single detail was carved to perfection, from the performance stage to the space provided for the populace, every single thing, down to the flowers used, was intentionally chosen. I watched in awe as the performing team moved in perfect sync, their bodies swaying like trees during a windstorm. It's beautiful, mesmerizing even.

Kael muttered, causing Morvienne and Harlan to laugh too, and right on time, as if Thalira's words were a signal, the maids entered the room, carrying large silver platters and steaming bowls. They laid out a feast that looked like it belonged in a royal palace: fluffy golden pancakes dripping with maple syrup and topped with melted butter, bowls of fresh, glistening berries, crispy smoked bacon that smelled salty and perfect, toasted sourdough bread with salted butter, and omelets filled with melted cheese and fresh herbs. There were pitchers of chilled orange juice and steaming pots of aromatic coffee that filled the room with a rich, comforting scent.