Not many people from our community were going over to the Lycan region for their once-a-year celebration. In fact, from what I knew, it was just Raul and me. At least, that was all I was aware of. Us, and the Queen's brother, Hendel.
The Queen herself would be staying back to keep the beasts on a leash—her words, not mine—making sure nothing spiraled out of her control while a portion of her court was away. A handful of elders were going too, though more for politics than enjoyment.
My parents hadn't seen the need to accompany me, trusting that I would be able to take care of myself. Diana had wanted to come along, of course, but Laura had refused, citing her age and her own need for help at home. That didn't stop Diana from sulking like it was a full-time occupation.
I watched her now as she picked through the clothes I'd selected for the trip, her nose wrinkling at some of my choices as though my wardrobe was a personal insult.
