The museum was crowded, a strange but strangely fitting birthday place for Deborah, who was turning 2. Glass display cases lined the walls, but in the center of the central hall, a small dance floor had been laid out, surrounded by tables and finger food buffets. The crowd was eclectic—pack members, Deborah's nerdy human friends, and two academics who probably hadn't been expecting a shifter party in their normally subdued building.
Sharon Spark watched as Deborah flitted from stand to stand, talking to her visitors, completely at ease. She was dressed like a full-bodied, gorgeous disco ball, in a silver sequin-encrusted dress, and she was the belle of the ball. Sharon was pleased for her. Worn out after the week that had just passed, but satisfied.
Sharon took a sip from her flute of pu
