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Syra held her drink just on the edge of the table, her eyes staring at the straw so that they wouldn't be drawn to the powerful Vampire nearby. When she heard Soul begin to justify why his ears were out, she looked at him. She didn't know if her eyes seemed calm or haggard and afraid, but regardless she watched the white-haired wolf. When he put his head down, her head tilted. She'd never seen a werewolf react this way to the power of a vampire, was he really as overwhelming to them too? That's when she heard the other wolf, Seph, as he had introduced himself ask if she knew him.

"No." She whispered softly, biting the top of her straw. "I can't be sure who he is."

Much to her dismay, the power became even more suffocating, and without even looking up she knew he was closer to them than before. When she heard his voice, her eyes drifted up to his face, scanning over it carefully. No one in her family had ever been invited to the functions of the Royal Family, so she'd never seen any of the princes or princesses in person. She couldn't be sure that's who he was, but she didn't have any other clues.

Just as she was getting used to him standing there, she felt an electric shock tear through her body. Had he touched her? What the hell was that feeling? What the hell was going on? Her eyes watered a little as the shock subsided, and she wasn't really sure if she had remained physically composed, but she doubted it.

Carefully, her crimson eyes moved from the man who she thought might have been royalty to the two werewolves sitting across from her.