“THAT WAS GREAT.”
Aalyan turned his attention to the alpha sitting by his side. Despite his status, Ghian had just sat there for the last hour and listened to the story with as much interest as the youngest child.
“It’s not really my story,” Aalyan demurred.
Ghian shrugged. “What does that mean? Stories are for telling and you told it well. Erea is right, my people will really enjoy having you here.”
He wanted to object, but it was an honest compliment. “They are very nice,” he said instead, looking down at the remains of the meal—just a few crumbs and a piece of mango peel someone had missed when they’d collected what hadn’t been eaten to give it back to the soil away from their living space. In his pack, that kind of thing would have gone into the stew. Then again, in his pack they h
