Alvira’s P.O.V.
Alban, Richie, and I were sitting in the lower game room of the Star Garnet pack house. I was watching them play one game or another on the television while I draped myself lazily over one end of the sofa with a book. We had been chatting idly about my trip down south, but I was doing my best to avoid talking about the more intimate details of the actual hunt. I didn’t much want to re-live all of that just now. I liked this being a very low-key evening while Nikolai and his mother were off working out some of the details with the Elders about their former Beta.
Richie groaned as his character plummeted off of the platform he was trying to land on, and while he was re-spawning he turned to me with a confused look. “What ever happened with the kid?” His arm hooked over the
