Neriah
Thames left to greet the entourage escorting the Lycan Leader's son while I just stood in the crowd feeling lost.
The vibrant lights from the party flickered against the night sky, reflecting in my eyes. Laughter, clinking glasses and the endless, scattered conversation all over the place surrounded me, but I felt oddly out of place.
The music played softly in the background, creating an atmosphere of celebration, yet I couldn't shake the unfamiliar feeling that seemed to settle over me. For the first time ever, I was not in charge of anything at the party, which felt strange.
Normally, I would be directing servers, checking on the food preparation or ensuring the ceremonial aspects of the welcoming feast were properly arranged. Practically all the things my mother would have done if she was healthier.
