FREYA POV
The feast has been perfect, so far. Everyone is laughing, telling old stories, and getting along. Damon’s pack and my dad’s pack have blended into Big Sky quite well. No one has argued or disagreed about anything, and it’s been nice watching everyone enjoying themselves. Exactly what we were hoping would happen with this feast.
I know that this is just for the feast, and that once everyone is back to doing work and getting prepared for the potential, and honestly inevitable, attack of the vamps the illusion of peace we have here will eventually crack right open.
We have people that are suffering great losses that are just pushing through this step of their lives. They crack under presser. They crack when they hear certain sounds, smell certain smells, even just if they have ce
