Mother narrows her eyes at me too, then asks, “Why do you speak as though you met her before?”
I don’t respond coz I don’t feel the need to elaborate things to her. Her eyes relax as her lips curl into a smug. She doesn’t say anything, but I can see through her wolf, Ivory, that my silence has prompted her to create her own conclusion. I’ve already expected that she won’t like Marguerite because of her not having a wolf and because of her previous association with the Crimson Crystal Pack, but I hope mother won’t push whatever conclusion she has too far.
“Is there anything else that you’d like to discuss with me, my Queen Suprema?” I ask.
It’s a way of discontinuing our conversation, which I hope she finds polite enough. I’ve already disrespected her in the way I responded earlier and I
