AMARIS’S POV
It felt like an eternity—long, anxious minutes of stilled breaths and feverish pounding of the heart—before a rough grumble of words left the elder’s lips.
It was in Old Wolf Tongue, and for that reason alone, I dared to lift my face.
Those dark, beady eyes were fixed on me, and the second I caught her gaze, she threw her head sharply to the side with a distasteful click of her tongue, as though irritated—lips thinning, jaw tightening in quiet frustration.
She heaved a deep breath, shutting her eyes for a few seconds.
"I see." Elder Drusilla’s grip on her staff tightened, and then, rather begrudgingly, her next words followed—stiff and reluctant. "You have made a good point, Amaris. But still, none of what you mentioned would have occurred if the triplets had consulted m
