Chapter 22
Perrin I didn’t really listen to what my dad was saying, but he stood again and greeted each of the packs by name. I had heard this all before… countless years of hearing about the Sacred Call will do that to you. Thanks, dad. Something caught my attention--and out of the corner of my eye, I see Kira peeling out of her chair, catching Lo’s hand. Lo! I hadn’t even seen her on the platform. She was sitting, legs crossed, in a beautiful, thinly strapped silver cocktail dress. It clung to her body, accentuating her curves. Her sleek, straight silver hair caught the light of the hall chandeliers and brushed just above her tan, chiseled shoulders. But something was off. She didn’t look right. Her face was alarmed and a thin sheen of sweat had broken out on her chest. She looked pale despite
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