When my eyes were stuck on Sophie's neck again, Monica snorted next to us.
"Yeah, it's a work of art alright. Do you happen to admire it each and every time you meet your marked Luna?"
She had no idea that it was the first time I saw it—None of them did— It meant one thing, the Turner's pack was being selective of which information they shared and which information they held off from the packs of the Northwest.
"Ms. Hunter! Why... the dress becomes you,"
I had no idea if Herbert was coming to my rescue or making me look bad.
"Thank you, elder," Sophie said, her eyes on me. She was wearing make-up again tonight.
It looked good on her.
I took a second to look around and found that the other Alphas were back to having small conversations amongst themselves, they either talked in groups of threes and fours or they talked to the person next to them.
