I looked at my family. I looked at the Lycan triplets, whose faces were also ridden with surprise—they hadn't seen this part of the congratulatory visit coming.
I looked at Naomi and the rest; they were all ridden with surprise, and their faces were all ridden with the same question—why was the king inviting me to a party, attended only by werewolves? What was the business of the witches with the moon goddess?
Witches didn't understand the moon goddess, since they had theirs to celebrate, so why invite one? And wouldn't that invitation trigger the 'anger of the moon goddess', as the pack would always love to put it? Was that notion being broken because of me?
Wow, I never thought I would see the day where a protocol as huge as that would be broken because of me. My gaze reverted to the king again. He had a tentative smile on his lips, like he was half expecting me to reject the next words that would come out of his mouth.
