Chapter .3.

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life ~PABLO PICASSO *** "How was the pack house Lexie?" I pause in my eating to look at dad. "Fine. The Luna liked my outfit." It wasn't the Luna. I just couldn't remember that other female's name. Dad smiles and nods, "I get a lot of comments about how cute you are. Cute. Adorable. I sigh and nod, smiling at dad as he passes a dish over to me. "So Mark, when are you leaving?" We look at Mark now, directing the conversation to him. He glances up and clears his throat, "Maybe tomorrow? I'm not really sure- but Jace says I can go and train for a few months there." "That's nice of Jace to let you go with him to his training," Dad mumbles. Mark shrugs, "He sees I'm a good warrior. With luck I could be promoted to part of the Lead pack.