"Where are you going, Alpha?" Lyla tried to grab Kieran by his elbow.
He only spared her a half hearted smile, brushing her hand away gently.
" Go enjoy the party, Lyla. I have some work to do! "
" But… but, Alpha… " Lyla wanted to say, "I hardly know anybody else here. Please don't leave me alone! " But instead she took a step back. She gulped down that fear, that neglect and then turned back towards the dance floor… because chasing Kieran, was worse than chasing ghosts.
The laughter and clinking of goblets faded the deeper Kieran walked into the luminous corridors.
Everyone else was too busy drinking and dancing, yet his attention kept snagging on to the boys who darted through the crowd with trays of that sparkling wine.
He had noticed it once, then twice…sometimes they disappeared into the alcoves as shadows swallowed them there before they returned again with brimming chalices.
He followed… clearly because he needed to see more… know more.
