Lunise closed her eyes. Some more recognition came to her face with the hand over her shoulder, even if it was oversized.

"Really?" Lunise held amused scepticism at Meesei's comment. "Leave those saccharine words for poetry books, my dear. I have heard enough stories of lycans and their incidents with loved ones."

She took a long, leisurely breath through her nose and opened her eyes up to Meesei again. "I have never felt this small since I was a child. Especially up this close."

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Sabine was all but shaking now. Perhaps under better circumstances, having not been drained by the fear of all the confrontations over the past few hours, she might have held her emotions together. But now she could not even think. Even with Ri'vashi's attempt at sounding reasonable, Sabine was angry and upset.

She caught herself just short of shouting out.

"Then we will stop," Sabine said quickly under her breath. She suddenly took off at a brisk walk towards the feast. "I have to go."

With how stiffly Sabine walked, any attempt she was making to hide her emotions was failing to any who looked at her. She made a focussed course to Do'rhajul and stopped abruptly beside him. "We have to go now," she said as quickly as she could. "Come."

She stormed off towards the city gates by the time Do'rhajul was just halfway out of his seat.

Sabine's behaviour did not escape the members of her pack that remained at the table. Fendros, Rhazii, and Janius were so surprised they were frozen and staring.