“What, you are going to let King have him now?”
“No way! I don’t want to break up with Damian, ever! It’s just... sometimes I can’t help but wonder how the Moon Goddess could pair him up with someone as powerless as me. I know I am a Royal’s child now, but that’s it. You know why I was so mad earlier? Because that woman was right, Bobo. I don’t have a Clan backing me, no money. I have any way to be useful to my mate.”
Bobo sighs and pats my head gently. “Sometimes, you are too mature, Nora. Maybe you don’t have all the answers yet. Anyway, you are powerful enough on your own. You are equal to any of the Alphas out there. I don’t think King can say the same, and she knows it, too.”
While Bobo speaks, something suddenly came to mind. I might not be powerful or anything, but I do have some other options now... Well, one, but that might help a lot.
“Mm... Bobo?”
“Yes?”
“Sorry but, could I ask you to leave me alone in the car for a minute?”
He looks at me, not hiding his surprise. I know my request is odd and coming at a totally unexpected time. How do I explain this?
“Please?” I ask again, trying to look sorry.
He sighs and points out the little café across the road.
“All right, but just a couple minutes. I’ll go grab some coffee. You want something?”
“I’m good, Bobo, thank you.”
He goes out, and I’m finally alone in the car. I watch him cross the road, making sure he is not looking, and grab a strand of my hair, agitating it. The little butterfly, annoyed at all this rampage, flies away and lands on my hand. My idea might be really, really stupid, but...
“Okay, Magic Butterfly. I hope you can understand me because I could really use some help now. I need to contact the Witch. I’ll accept our alliance if she can give me some help. How do I contact her?”
I really hope it understands because otherwise, I’m probably looking crazy talking to a butterfly. I wait for a few seconds, and suddenly, it starts flapping its wings. They turn green. What does that mean, green? Is that a good sign? Does it mean I can talk or something? I suppose a butterfly can’t talk, anyway, but I have no idea how a Witch’s powers work... Okay, I can try, I guess.
“Witch, if you can hear me this way, I want to ask you a favor. I’m trying hard to stop this war, but I think I just added oil to the fire, so I’m looking for other options. Can you give me a hint, anything? I stood up to King, but I’m not sure that’s going to help. If we can’t trust the Gold Moon Clan, then who? I tried to think of options, but I don’t know where to start! Can you help? You said we were allies; how can you help?”
I wonder what else to say, but my mind is too confused for now. All of a sudden, the butterfly takes off, flying awayfrom me for the first time. Where is it going now? Did I annoy him? Or did he get the message? He flies around for a few seconds in the vehicle interior, but it doesn’t make any sense. His wings turn red, then blue, then red again. What now? Did I break it or something?
Just when I’m wondering what I should do, Bobo comes back. So soon? The butterfly keeps flying around, but Bobo can’t see it.
“Are you done?” He asks.
I sigh and nod. I don’t know what else to do, anyway. I feel a bit stupid now. Bobo starts the car again, and I’m angrily staring at the butterfly that won’t stop flying around.
When we are back at the restaurant, a few minutes later, as I step out of the car, the butterfly suddenly takes off. What? I see it fly away, headed to the south. Where is it going? Is it annoyed at me or something? Should I follow it? It doesn’t seem to be waiting for me...
“Nora?”
Bobo is waiting for me, looking confused by my attitude. I sigh and follow him into the restaurant to resume work.
We have more reservations than when I left and, as expected, the restaurant is quite busy. I keep running from one table to another and then to the kitchen, as both Narcissa and Chef Michel keep asking for me. I’m doing fine, though, and it’s going smoothly so far.
“Nora, do you know when I can get my desserts for table seven? The customer said twice he is in a hurry... “
“I’ll go get them for you, but the table three needs—”
Before I can finish my sentence, a huge racket can be heard from the entrance. A few customers scream in surprise, as a dozen wolves suddenly barge into the restaurant. What the...?
“Nora! Nora!”
It’s Damian’s voice. I see him running in, still in his dark suit, obviously looking for me. What’s going on? I drop whatever I was holding in Elise’s hands and run up to him across the restaurant. He is accompanied by Bobo, Neal, and Nathaniel, all in their human forms and looking serious. Damian’s Alpha aura is probably going wild right now, scaring everyone who hasn’t already left the room at the sight of the werewolves bargaining in.
“Damian!”
