CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN
Lucas
I’m a little worried about stopping in to see the fairies. Not because I think it’s a bad idea, but because I suspect our pack wouldn’t agree with it. Still, it is nice to be back again. I’ve missed them all and it does feel like a place where we belong, despite how strange that is.
The fairies look weary as we join them. They flutter to us but with much less enthusiasm than before. They’re all disheartened and I’m nervous about hearing whatever they have to share with us.
“We haven’t seen you in a while,” the leader, Penelope says as she confronts us. She’s the most angelic looking fairy with gold wings, purple eyes, and silver hair. She glows as she flies and clearly has the most abundance of magic. Though she’s smaller, I feel inferior in front of her.