The bell signaled a patron entering the bar, and none to her surprise was it the hulking man Theo’s best friend, Lyra, had fallen in deep with. A dark smirk crossed her features. The moon had just passed, and Theo was still trying to find out how everyone fared during that time. She couldn’t help but notice that a few days prior to the moon Lyra was wearing thicker clothes and long sleeves in eighty degree weather.
“So I take it no one was seriously injured?” She asked him, taking a glass and pouring his favorite bourbon into it. “I didn’t hear anything major, so I assume not.”