No! we are going

Novembris 20th, the night was buzzing with life; sounds of laughter filled the large clearing, surrounded by trees and light strung up on the trees, glittering up like stars in the clearing.

Chairs were set up with ribbons and a wide dance floor was set up in the middle, with refreshments set at the side.

The large clearing was filled with island staff—women in elegant backless dresses and men in stylish outfits.

The women’s backless dresses revealed a striking similarity—they all had bare backs where tattoos once resided, just like the men.

Loud music boomed, accompanied by the women’s flushed faces and the men’s shy laughter and whispered gossip.

The two full moons bathed the clearing in silver light, their glow drowned out by the booming music.

Beasts roamed the island freely while their masters danced under the moonlight.

Cyra lay awake, the loud sounds reaching her ears and turned to Zane, who had his head on her thighs while tapping on his hologram screen.