Chapter Sixty-Seven

~ Nox

After all the leaders had approached and brought their gifts, Zora excused herself and went with Hailey and Sydney to freshen up. I took the time to stretch my legs, saying hi to a few people.

Walking further, I took notes of the walls of the hall were lined with rare art painitings my mother took joy in collecting. One of the paintings caught my eye. An illustration of Ryker, the first lycan to fall for werewolf woman and mark her as his own. Because of this, they were both banished by their own kind and made to live in a thick forest as rogues.

“I remember this painting to have been your mother’s favorite.” said Thurah who suddenly appeared by my side, staring at the painting herself. She had lost a considerable amount of weight from the time I last saw her and for someone who lost her mate recently, it wasn’t surprising but sad.

“Hello Thurah.”

“Hey kid. Congratulations on your wedding.”

“I bet you’re more than happy on the inside.”

“You bet.” She retorted and chuckled.