Chapter 92
Astrid's POV
"I wanted to talk to you guys about something," Yvonne said, her eyes finding mine in the dim light of the garden.
Her gaze was so direct, so intentional, that it felt like Kaeleen wasn't even there. It was a look that communicated this was about something more than just idle chatter.
"I'm… I'm thinking of putting on a show," she began, her voice a little hesitant, which was unlike her. "An art exhibition. For local artists, maybe some from other packs. A way to showcase talent that isn't just about fighting or pack politics." She took a breath, and her next words were aimed squarely at me. "I've seen the sketches you do, Astrid. And I was wondering… if you'd be interested in putting one of your works on display."
"Me?" I asked her.
"Of course."
The thought was exciting, extremely so. And I wasn't that girl that was always scared of being herself, not anymore.
Before I could even find my voice to respond, Kaeleen let out an exaggerated sigh.