Eleanor's POV
The elder woman, Eldress Brown, had been speaking for what felt like an hour. She was reciting basic supernatural history that I'd already read in a dozen online forums. Roxy, standing beside me, was practically vibrating with boredom, her eyes glazed over.
"...and so, the alignment of the lunar phases is crucial for understanding a werewolf's control," Eldress Brown droned on.
I nodded politely, but my mind was elsewhere. There was one question burning on my tongue, but I couldn't find the right moment to ask without sounding suspicious.
Just then, Mira approached with the elder she'd been speaking to, a man with kind eyes and grey hair.
"Eldress Brown," the man said with a warm, respectful nod. "I hope you don't mind if I join your discussion. I find this group particularly engaging."
"Elder Harold," she replied, though her smile seemed a bit tight. "The more, the merrier."
Roxy, however, did not look pleased.
