Chapter 425: Ava: Culture Clash

The others who came with the Grand Sage seem to understand the horrors this dream-eater brings. "Do they know about dream-eaters?" I ask the Magister, who glances behind him.

They all shake their heads, but they still look horrified.

One steps forward. Vaguely familiar. Red hair. Super long, pointy ears. Weirdly wearing what looks like clothes you would buy out of any sort of outdoorsy sports store, not stuff people wear in the Fae Ward. Seeing a giant, fur-lined winter coat, jeans, and boots on a Fae definitely feels weird.

"Mistress Ava—"

The snarls ripple through the air before I even process what happened. My people bare their teeth, chests out and eyes dark, metaphorical hackles raised at the red-haired Fae's words. My stomach drops at the sudden hostility.

Magister Orion steps between his companion and the wolves, his voice booming. "Why such aggression to one of mine, wolf?"

"She is our Luna," Kellan says, his words frigid. "She is no mistress."

Their dramatic overreaction would be amusing, if it didn't ratchet the tension in this tent by a factor of two hundred or so.

Males, Selene says with a sigh, even as Magister Orion inclines his head.

The gesture is diplomatic, and he spreads his hands wide. "My deepest apologies for our oversight. We meant no disrespect to your Luna."

Some of the tension bleeds from Kellan's shoulders, though his eyes remain sharp. The others relax their stances, though too many of them are still frowning.

red-haired Fae, whose delicate features make it impossible to determine their gender. They're all so pretty. "You must understand—among wolves, titles and rank carry great

carefully, their blue eyes wide as they bounce around from person to person. I know the feeling. It's more than

less terrifying for a Fae than

again. "Please understand that 'Mistress' is a standard term of respect in Fae culture. There are no… implications

my throat, eager to move past this cultural misunderstanding before it can fester. Besides, if my wolves weren't being so suspicious of and mildly hostile

Fae. "You

fingers together, eyes darting between me and Kellan. "I

stumbling over my title. His expression

of being Beta, and he

musical voice wavers as they keep glancing at Kellan and the others. "But that thing—" They point toward the unconscious figure. "It radiates with malicious intent. Any Fae can sense it. If I were to explain it in

he agrees. "A strange existence in nature. Something manufactured and unnatural.

this?" Kellan asks, no longer sounding quite so interrogative.

speak about something familiar, their shoulder's straightening as they stand taller. "This

can sense the wrongness, though differently than they do. I would have never understood they were a manufactured

softened, but his body posturing has calmed down. "And you've never

of magical creatures. For us not to know

waves a

even as worry wrinkles

and knowledge. For something of this nature to be omitted

hair and lilac-colored eyes that glitter. "Hi, Luna Ava. My name is Eris. It's a pleasure to meet you." She holds out one hand, then pumps mine with an incredible amount

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