Daisha, ever observant, leaned towards Stella, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. "How kind of you, my sister," she murmured, her tone laced with a mixture of admiration and a hint of playful mockery.

Stella, however, remained unfazed, her composure undisturbed by her sister's teasing.

The clinking of silverware against china punctuated the relative silence as they began their meal.

Alpha Raven, with a subtle shift in demeanor, steered the conversation towards the purpose of the ...