NELISSA.
The party is almost over. Drunken men lay around, making jokes and laughing. A few angry wives pull their husbands along with them, away from the fair lasses and their fluttery lashes.
The fire has almost died out, leaving burnt wood and white ashes in its wake. Some of the children are still hyperactive, playing around. Surprisingly, I find Rahlia in the arms of a man I have never seen before. He is probably from one of the other clans and will be the one to warm her bed tonight.
Lilith is seated with Alana at the entrance of the pack house with a plate of apple tart which they share as they watch everything fold back up.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Gareth's voice floats back into my ears, bringing me back to reality. "Seeing everyone celebrate and dance and live like life
