Eleanor's POV

I looked up to the moon in the sky and it was pale blue, glowing with some arrays of white.

This is unusual!

Everything about tonight is just unusual. I kept silent for a while, thinking about what they were trying to say, even those not speaking up.

“You want to go abroad, right?” Augustine asked.

“No! No! No!” I snapped. “I will take over as the next Lycan king–”

“So you know you'll need to get a consort, I mean consorts!”

“But the law recognizes only one?” My heart bled. “You here are eight! What will happen now, I don't just know?” I complained, lost in thoughts....