The feast at the MG pack (2)
The rising moon announced the end of the feast.
Talia noticed that people slowed down with food and were throwing glances her way.
'Kitten?' Damon's voice sounded in her mind through their private mind-link. 'Is something wrong?'
He could feel her anxiety rising, and he feared that the necklace was acting out again. Or what if remnants of the dark magic stirred?
'Nothing is wrong.', Talia responded.
'Then?', he persisted.
'Everyone is expecting me to speak before the pack run, and I'm not sure what to say.', Talia admitted.
'Are you worried that you won't be able to top the speech you gave when you became the Alpha?'
Talia blinked at Damon. How did he know about the speech? It took her a moment to remember that she had shared those memories with him.