"Are you sure you want to come with us to the temple?" Portia asked, arching a perfectly shaped brow at her brother, who had, much to everyone's surprise, insisted on tagging along.
There had been no prior discussion of Alpha Hawthorne joining them. Not even a hint.
Prince Julian had gracefully excused himself earlier, citing that since the sun was his dominant star, being too close to the moon's energy would make him... moody. (His exact word, delivered with a dramatic sigh.)
Princess Raveena, on the other hand, had caught a cold thanks to Silverfall's unforgiving winter winds. She had been bundled up in four blankets and still managed a sneeze that shook the chandelier. So, no temple for her either.
Alpha Hawthorne grumbled under his breath as he adjusted his coat. "Mother said I need to seek the goddess's blessing for my upcoming marriage." He didn't sound thrilled. In fact, he sounded like he'd rather be anywhere but blessed.
Portia kept a diplomatic silence.
