Meanwhile, in the Lower Domain, The Wolf Tribe.
Inside Lyle Sutton's stone house, sounds of joy and laughter filled the air—the stone table already lay in a mess.
Corbin Crowley was collecting the dishes, Rhys Blackwood wiped the table, and Zeke Veridian was washing the bowls.
But after washing just one, he suddenly remembered he'd been the one stoking the fire tonight and promptly shoved the bowl into Malachi Arcanus's hands. "You wash," he said.
Malachi caught the pottery bowl that was thrown his way, raising a brow at Zeke. "Stoked a fire and now you're all delicate? I'm hanging out with Luna tonight, just so you know."
Zeke's emerald-green eyes swept him with an icy chill, Wind Blade spinning at his fingertips as he threatened coldly, "Are you washing, or not?"
Malachi noticed that menacing, spinning Wind Blade and immediately choked up. He spun the bowl around in his palm, then suddenly tossed it to Rhys: "Hey, Black Serpent! Catch!"
