“Did you know the oldies are all going to Blood Moon Pack?”
We all turn, and I sit forward to listen.
Ahren glances at us. “Now I wish I could use that spell.”
“You mean my dad?” Allie asks.
“Why would you answer the phone on speaker, Ahren?” Tatum sighs. “And yes, your dad.”
“Do you think they’re going to try to fix things?” I ask.
“Maybe that prophecy?” Ahren says.
“Who knows. Apparently, it was preplanned from before, but we just weren’t told,” Tatum scoffs. “Leo was down, though. He came just after you guys, but he wasn’t here for long.”
“Oh no, I had to discuss my design with him.” I resist huffing in irritation.
Tatum snickers. “Well, he got lucky then. He was asking Mom about something having to do with the veils, probably linked to Si.”
“Most likely,” Allie agrees.
“So is Mama going to the Blood Moon Pack?” I ask.
“Na, Uncle did try to persuade her. He said she shouldfix things with Liam, but she’s stubborn too, saying he’s the one who doesn’t want to work with her anymore, and she’s okay with that.”
Allie rolls her eyes. “That is true. Men are dumbasses.”
“Agreed.” Another dumb man comes to mind, too.
Ahren chuckles. “So, everyone but Aunty Ri?”
“Yeah, so we’re staying home.”
“Mama should go; tell her it’ll be good for her and Uncle Liam to talk,” I say quickly. “I think it’ll really help overall, too. I mean, I hope Grandpa Alejandro doesn’t mess it up, but if he doesn’t, then it’s just Mama who needs to fix things with Uncle Liam.”
“Or Liam makes amends with Mama,” Tatum says.
“I wouldn’t mind being there for the details, can’t you go, Tatum?” Allie asks.
“No, I was told we can’t. I mean, even Granddad Marcel and his family have left.”
And Skyla and Royce left this morning…
Ahren asks Tatum a few questions, and I whisper a spell. “I want to go to the Blood Moon Pack.”
Allie looks at me, raising her eyebrows. “And what about Holden?”
I look down, but Sienna and the prophecy…
“You can’t stop living, Heaven,” Allie says quietly. “We can go to Holden’s for a few hours and then head to the BloodMoon Pack?”
“You’re right. Let’s do that.”
“I do hate parties, though.”
I chuckle slightly. “And you just persuaded me to go to one.”
“Yeah,” she grumbles gloomily.
