85. Friends?

Callista.

This news catches me off guard. I did not expect to hear that out of him. Theon is actually asking me to join him for a function out of nowhere and all I can do for a good half a minute is to gape at him like a loon.

Finally, my brain kickstarts function and I give out a noise.

“Huh?”

“The Annual Festival to honor the Goddess? Your pack celebrated it too, right?” He asks, all casual and inquisitive, as if we do this sort of thing every day. Like we’re buddies who didn’t have the kind of past we did.

Also, what kind of a stupid question is that?

Of course, the Leighwen pack celebrated the Moon Festival. So did all the werewolf packs in the whole world. It was a major event in the werewolf community, where everyone takes to the streets to celebrate and honor the Moon Goddess through a night of fun and merriment.

It’s an event that promotes the brotherhood between the wolves in the pack. Which is why I feel a spike of bitterness and anger rise within me. It’s not entirely logic