Rikom
It was probably safe to say that there was not a single person that was satisfied with the day’s events. As I readied myself for the hunt with my newly appointed Beta and Gamma, Tasmina walked into our chambers. To say she was a sight for sore eyes would be akin to stating that water was wet. I was slumped on the chaise as she sashayed towards me.
“My poor jün. You look exhausted,” she cooed, sitting in my lap and pulling my head to her chest.
I grumbled something incoherently, just happy to have her near. She ran her fingers through my hair, scratching my scalp lightly and I released the breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. She began to scratch my back and I groaned with appreciation.
“Such a cat,” she muttered.
I leaned back, not realising I was sitting at the end of
