The young women giggled as they navigated their way, three anonymous veiled figures in a crowd of celebration. They moved through the crowd, form one stall to the next.
Hours had slipped by like minutes. The sun, which had been high when they started, now cast long, golden shadows. A shared, unspoken wish hung between them: to freeze time. For Selene, it was the rare feeling of normalcy that she did not want to end. For Blaize and Isolde, the desire to stop time was born from dread.
Blaize's stomach churned with the lie she'd told. She had tried to find Zephyr, but the Alpha had been in his private combat room. In the end, impatience and courage had won. The guards at Selene's door had been easy to deceive; Selene and Isolde, too excited, hadn't even thought to question her. Now, the consequences waited for her.
