Luther's POV
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Montecito wasn't really a town — more like a carefully curated pocket of luxury pretending to be quiet.
Humans, witches and wolves all intermingled in a tight-knit, stinky-rich community. Buildings sprawled around the group as they navigated through the 'lower village' region's brick road.
From restaurants, wine bars—it was no wonder Celeste picked this spot for a vacation. That or she did it randomly.
Luther noticed a few people staring at them. And so did Atlas who made a sound. "I guess a group like ours would raise many eyebrows."
That... Still didn't make much sense.
The stares some of these people gave were deliberate. Like they were studying a story they'd already heard.
"You think they know who we are?" Silas questioned Celeste, grabbing her hand. "You especially. I won't be surprised if the daughter of the continent's Alpha King is popular everywhere."
