Chapter 25
Lorik’s POV
“Shirley?” My voice was almost a whisper. She looked up, her eyes wary and distant.
Lorik,” she replied, her voice steady but tinged with tension.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” I said. “What are you doing?”
“I’m preparing for something.. she said, her voice calm but revealing her nerves, “I needed a m moment to myself.”
I was surprised to learn she was performing at such a high level. I had assumed she had to go through extra work and deal with a lot of trouble just to make some extra money. “It must be exhausting.” I said, trying to be sympathetic as I knew becoming my Luna would be a good way for her to avoid financial problems.
“I guess if you become my Luna again, you’ll save yourself a lot of exhuastion”
“Being Luna was exhausting too,” she said, a sad laugh escaping her lips. “Do you know what it was like to wake up early every day, prepare your breakfast, handle pack matters, and manage everything in our lives?”
Her words hit me hard. I had been oblivious to the demands of her role, focused only on my own. needs and status.
A waiter approached Shirley with a message. She stood up, indicating we would continue this conversation later. I went back inside, where the atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation.
The night continued with the guests mingling and celebrating. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had lost something precious and irreplaceable. Shirley’s success was a testament to her strength and resilience, and I was left grappling with the consequences of my actions.
The party was a whirlwind of conversation and celebration. I watched from the sidelines, trying to process everything. Ethan was about to disclose the biggest secret of announcing his lost daughter and I was more than just curious to know who that person was.
Everything seemed to be going on its own way and then there was me, totally lost in thoughts of how easily I had let go off a previous soul like Shirley
The audience fell silent. I strained to see, my heart pounding, when Shirley appeared under the
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potlight, dressed to the nines in an exquisite gown. I hadn’t expected to feel her appearance on the stage like a magic, this was such a dazzling state.
She settled herself at the piano, her movements graceful yet filled with an air of intense focus. My breath caught as she drew a deep, calming breath. And then, she played the first note
the
The sound cut through the tension in the room, a pure, crystalline note that seemed to resonate with
very essence of her soul. My eyes widened in shock, a wave of disbelief crashing over me. This was not the Shirley I had left behind.
Shirley POV
The grand piano gleamed under the soft lights, its polished surface reflecting the faces of the Audience seated in the grand hall. The air was thick with anticipation, every rustle of fabric, every whispered word lost in the sea of silence that stretched before the first note. I could feel the weight of their eyes on me, pressing down like a tangible force, but I steeled myself, my fingers poised above the keys. This was my moment–a moment I had spent a lifetime waiting for.
As my fingers descended, the first notes rang out, delicate and clear, and the world around me faded. The music enveloped me, flowing through my veins, guiding my every movement. I was no longer aware of the hundreds of faces staring at me, nor the grandeur of the hall. I was alone with the music, with the spirit of the composition that had long been my solace and my escape.
But as the music swelled, I caught a glimpse of Lorcia in the crowd, her face twisted in a mixture of shock and disdain. She stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor, the noise jarring against the serenity of the music
.“How can she be here?” she blurted out, her voice cutting through the stillness.
“how shameless could be someone to interrupt a live performance” an elder from silvermoon Pack
spoke out.
A ripple of murmurs spread through the audience, and I felt a flicker of unease, but I pressed of letting the music shield me from the disruption.
A security guard quickly moved to escort Lorcia away, but not before she could shoot me a venomous glare, her lips curling in contempt.
“What kind of drama is it? What are you trying to probe? She kept telling while she was taken away
As she was led away, I saw her casting desperate looks around, searching for support that wasn’t forthcoming. The crowd around her regarded her with disdain–interrupting a live performance was the height of rudeness, and everyone agreed to this elder person.
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Despite the commotion, Lorik’s eyes never left the stage. His gaze was intense, unreadable, a stormi or emotions brewing beneath the surface
